Pet Penguin

A couple of years ago my parents decided to get a pet goat. They named him Frankie, and he filled the void in their home and heart left by my sister Dory when she went away to college. Frankie grew, and as he grew he became quite a cunning goat. My dad spent many hours repairing his fence, the neighbors spent many hours bringing Frankie back home. There was no rope or pen that could contain him. There was no man made knot that he couldn't slip out of.

Finally, admitting defeat, my parents took Frankie to the kind goat whisperer from which he came. She assured them that Frankie was just lonely and that being in a pen with other goats would curb his compulsion to escape. Well, he escaped from the goat whisperer and his new goat friends, and now resides in Manti, Utah.

With no Frankie around to harass and feed, Carter took quite a liking to my mother's large stuffed penguin. My dad bought this penguin for her as a surprise on their recent vacation to Washington state. I think I like the penguin better than Frankie. He's not as smelly, doesn't require feeding, and hasn't escaped...not once!