Harumph!
But since it's my studmuffin I'm talking about I guess I can forgive the publicist.
HE HAD A THREE COURSE MEAL!
It started with some grain in his grain bucket.
Mmmmm, grain.
Then the publicist took him a branch of the spruce from the horses' publicist.
(See what I mean - she hauled that branch all the way across the Farm for him!)
Then he topped it all off with some tasty hay.
What a lucky buck!
I am burping just thinking about it.
Tomorrow: Sunday Movies with the Happy Goats
