I was not a happy goat.
I really think it is time for winter to be over.
It is time for Spring!
I want to thank everyone who asked about my boo-boo
It is really nothing. Most of what you see there is the icky iodine the publicist insisted on putting on my head. I didn't want it there!
I got it because I was doing too much of this
I admit, it was not smart to butt heads with a goat with horns.
I miss my horns.
The publicist yelled at me. A lot.
She told me to stop picking on Marion the goat.
She said I was bigger and I should know better.
So I sauntered over and got some grain.
I went and basked by my goat house.
and then when the publicist was walking away I ran to the gate....
Oh, publicist!
Take that!
