WHAT?!
How can it not be winter with all this cold weather and snow?
The publicist says that winter doesn't arrive until next week.
Harumph I say to this. HARUMPH!
I think I should be an island goat.
And just look at this!
Marion the goat has taken my favorite basking spot.
Can you believe your eyes?!
When the publicist came out to check on us I went running to her.
I wanted to talk to her about this.
It is MY basking spot.
I explained it to her very nicely.
She told me that Marion is still a young goat and will learn her place and for me to be patient.
PATIENT!
I gave the publicist my best goat stare of death.
I don't think she was impressed.
Not when Marion the goat gives her a smile.
I wish I were a young goat again.
Harumph!
