We each have a special place to sleep.
I have to share a pen with Abby.
That is a topic for another blog post.
Today I want to tell you about silly little Brewster.
He goes into his pen with his nanny, Sarah.
Then he has taken to hopping into the food trough!
Does he think he is goat grain?
Then he settles down for the night and goes to sleep.
The photo the publicist took of him resting did not come out so you will have to imagine.
What a funny little kid.
I guess he feels it is just his size so it should be a goat bed.
Silly Brewster!
