I will maaaaa you.
This winter has been a hard one.
Even though it has warmed up enough that I don't need to wear my goat-ure
I am really not a happy goat.
I think I am feeling my years.
The walk up to the barn seems like miles.
At least the publicist has been feeding me apples.
Apples make me happy.
I still smile for apples!
But first I have to catch my breath.
I scared the publicist yesterday.
I climbed up on the stanchion so I could eat my grain and she looked away for minute and the next thing she saw was me doing a double flip! I fell off the stanchion! I did not maaaa to her how it happened. I was too embarrassed. But she was very, very worried.
I was a little scared too.
I don't think I like getting old.
I am OK but I am going to be more careful.
It was good there was a nice bit of hay on the barn floor.
I bounced.
