The publicist let us out for the First Graze of Spring.
Aaaaah, how wonderful.
I could go where I wanted without anyone bothering me.
And so I did.
It was so nice to just graze by myself.
To enjoy the new grass.
It's always so tasty after a long winter of hay.
I go off so I can munch all alone, in peace.
WHAT?! Is nothing sacred?
Not even the First Graze of Spring?
Pffffft!
What does a goat have to do around here?
I know!
I will run away.
Far, far away where there are no bouncing little kids to bother me.
Hey!
I do NOT look like a wide load.
I am PREGNANT and you would do well to remember that.
PFFFFFTT!!!
