Thank you, BenThank you, Ben by NobodysSon
I am thankful that I let my girlfriend convince me to go to the local rodeo that day to show me the herd of goats. Looking into that pen, I saw that there was one that immediately stood out from the others. Where the rest were lean, long-legged, and horned, he was fat, short, and wore a little red collar. That was my first glimpse of Ben - my soon to be pygmy goat.
I'm thankful that Ben was a spoiled brat. The woman who raised him when he was a baby, had him living right inside the house with her. Apparently, he enjoyed running across the furniture, bounding from couch, to hassock, to armchair, and back again. She also house-broke him though I never put that to the test in my own home. The closest Ben ever came to coming inside was the day he slipped into the front porch behind me. The crashing sounds brought us running to find that in the 30 seconds he had been inside, he had pulled all the coats down off their hooks, climbed up a set of metal shelves causing them to collapse, and eat
-------Who is this "Mack" kid anyhow? -------
He was born in southern California and lived there for 13 years before moving to west Texas. He currently works in construction and does design on the side. Mack is 25 years of age. He tries his artful skills in photography and Photoshop. He has some limited skills in drawing and painting as well.
Mack has a silly sense of humor. He enjoys the time with his friends and family. Mack also likes messing around in the world of devart, whether it's helping the newbs or just talking to friends and making new ones. He has been a member since '04 and plans to keep the art, laughs, and cookies coming!