So you saw yesterday how reluctant Nora and I were to leave our nice, warm, snow free barn.
Did this stop the publicist?
NO!
She made us go out into all that snow.
Stupid publicist.
I mean that snow was up to our udders.
Do you know what it is like to have frozen udders?
I thought not!
I tried to reasonmaaaa with her but it was no use.
She said we had better get used to it.
It was winter!
So off we trekked.
The long....
cold walk...
To the doe pen.
Does anyone in Florida or Arizona or HAWAII want to adopt some nice, sweet goats?