My Favorite Posts: Surfin' Montana Style

I have picked this next post as one of my favorites because it includes my last kid, Kevin the goat. I was very sad to not have any more kids. Kevin was a special little goat. I hope you enjoy it....

Cowabunga dude!

We do things differently here in Montana. We don't have an ocean so if my kid wants to surf I have to improvise...

Dare I say, the hopping continues and the publicist finally got some photos of my hopping kid hopping on me.

Little did I ever imagine I would be a prop for a goat. *sigh*

Hop, hop, hop.*

*Originally posted 5/13/09

My Favorite Posts: How I Came to Live on the Happy Goats Farm

As I mentioned in my retirement announcement I will be finishing out my last week of blogging by reminding you of some of my favorite posts from my 5 years of writing. I hope you enjoy this walk down memory lane:

I realize that many of you may wonder how I came to live on the Happy Goats Farm. I wasn't born here; in fact, I don't remember where I was born. I do remember where I was immediately before my current home. It was a beautiful place full of goats, chickens, horses and llamas. Then one day my publicist put me and Abigail in a truck and took us for a ride. This is how I, and Abigail of course, came to be at the Happy Goats Farm. But, I will admit, I was not a Happy Goat at first. I missed my old farm. I missed my old publicist. I did not know this new publicist; and let's just say she was VERY unpracticed at being owned by goats and leave it at that. It was a very pretty place but it was not MY place.

I will be honest. I kept escaping from my pen. I know this was frustrating for my new people but I was just afraid and it was all so new. This does, though, lead to a funny tale: one night I escaped and Abigail joined me. We started running, running, running until we reached the end of the farm. We turned right thinking to head back to our old home. I ran, Abigail ran, our new male person ran, the publicist ran and the family cats ran. All down the road in a row. Until I was distracted by some tasty weeds on the side of the road. My appetite allowed me to be caught and brought back to the farm. I will admit I did this several more times; one night the horses across the street also escaped and were running the other way. This is how I met the neighbors...

Obviously I have adjusted to life on the Farm and am now a very Happy Goat. Otherwise I wouldn't have my current job and I love my job! How many goats do you know that are so gainfully employed?

I wanted you to see what I get to see when I am grazing so I have posted a photo of my view. This is a winter view - it is much nicer in the spring and summer.*

*Originally posted 1/15/09

I am Retiring

It's true.
I would not lie.
I am an old goat.
I am tired.
I have been writing this blog since 2009 and I think I have maaaaaed all I have to maaa.

The publicist is tired too.
It is hard for her to manage two blogs.

This does not mean that you won't be able to see us goats.
The publicist is going to post about us on HER blog on a regular basis.
The Farm cats too.
She hopes you will go over to it and visit.
She will also be showing photos on her facebook page so you can follow there to see what we are up too.

For the rest of this week I will be posting my favorite posts from the last years.
I can't tell you how honored I have been that you have all come to read what this little goat has had to maaaaaa. It warms my heart.

Know that I have enjoyed sharing my life and the antics of the goats and Farm cats with all of you.
The blog will remain up if you want to come and look through the old posts. At least for a while.

And always remember The Maaaaaa of Pricilla. It's very good advice if I do maaaaa so myself

First Time Treet-ters

We only get Tree-t once a year.
I do not think this is fair but it is what it is.
The publicist says that she only gets a Christmas Tree once a year.
So I guess it makes sense that we therefore only get Tree-t once.
But I am still bummed.

Tree-t is tasty.

This was the first time those rotten little kids had gotten to taste Tree-t.
Did they stay and eat the Tree-t in their pen?

Of course not!
They came and ate my Tree-t!

Needless to maaaa they found it quite yummy.
And they kept eating it!
Not to mention eating my GRAIN as well.
Harumph!

Don't get me wrong.
I am glad they are growing big and strong.
They are my great grandkids.

But they are very......active.
They like to climb on me.
I am an old goat.
This is why the publicist has put in my very own special pen.

When those three are over here "visiting" it's enough to drive a goat.....

Right into her goathouse for a little bit of peace and quiet.
It's nice the publicist gives me a pile of hay in there.
Those little piggies kids eat my hay too!

I Love My Tree-t

You will recall that the Christmas Tree-t FINALLY made its way out to us goats.
I was very excited about this occurrence.
In fact, the publicist said she hadn't seen me move that fast in a very long time.
I promaaaaa-sed you a movie and a movie you shall have.



If you cannot see the movie you can watch it on YouTube HERE

I do look rather excited and happy don't I?
And despite what the publicist might say I am not making noises like a little piggie.
Harumph!

It's Here, it's Here. The Tree-t, the Tree-t!

Oh, I was such an excited goat this morning.
Would you like to know why?

The male person brought the Christmas tree-t!
And I got first choice!
The first thing I did was rub my head all over the top of it.
It felt soooooooooo good.
Did you know that tree-t made a great scratcher?
It does! The publicist will have a movie of me enjoying my piece of tree-t on Monday.

But first I had to direct the male person in how to cut the tree-t up so we each had some.
It was an important job.
Of course I got the best piece because I am spoiled special.

He did a good job.
He is A-OK in my book.
I think I'll keep him around.

I am Hiding

Can you see me?
Would you like to know why?
I will maaaaa to you why.
There are a couple of reasons.

First - IT SNOWED.
Again.
LOTS.
Like 8 inches lots.
The male person had to plow.

The publicist gave me my hay in my goathouse.
Wasn't that nice of her?
But then those rotten little kids invaded my space!

They started eating my hay!
Is nothing sacred?!
Harumph!

I was glad when it was time to go back to the warm, dry barn.
Then those little monsters would be locked up in a pen.

MORE Snow!

We woke up today to MORE snow!
What is going on.
The male person says it's winter and we should be happy it's snowing.
The male person is crazy.

Luke the goat did not seem very upset by it.
He just prowled around his pen.

The publicist found some tracks up by the barn in the snow.
Do you know what made these?

Can you guess?
Here is a close up if you need some help....

...it seems we have some winter boarders around the Farm.
Did you guess yet?

Did you guess bunny rabbit?
If you did you are right!
It's a good thing Sherpa the Farm cat is not going outside much right now as he has a tendency towards erm, apprehending bunny rabbits.

She found other tracks too.
Can you guess what tracks these are?

Did you guess yet?
I'm sure you did!

They are mine!
Hahahaha!
And there are the publicist's.

I'm keeping track too....bwamaaahahahaha.

I Can't Win

You saw yesterday I was a Happy Goat,
I had my food bin back to myself.
But it did not last long.

*sigh*
It seems I am doomed to share my grain.
At least I am related to these two.

Hey publicist?
Why can't you control these beasts?


ps: When the publicist came out to set up my pen for me today she turned over my feed bin and out ran a hen! It scared her half to death. The stupid bird got herself trapped under it somehow.
I'm not maaaaing. Bwahahahahaha

Wordless Wednesday - Happy Goat

I Cannot Believe This

I am just one disgusted goat.
Will you look at this!

Can you believe your eyes?
That mangy chicken is in my food bin!
I don't know why stupid chickens decide to molt in the cold of winter do you?

All I know is they look pretty bad while they are growing their new feathers.
AND EATING MY GRAIN.
MY grain.
It's not as if they don't have their own grain - which I don't eat by the way.

I am NOT in favor of this.
Not one bit.
Stupid birds.

Hey publicist!
Get in here and do something about this.
I am NOT a Happy Goat.

A Blast from My Past

The publicist got a box in the mail the other day.
Why is this important?
Because inside the box was something I have not eaten in a long time.
What you ask?

POTATO CHIPS!
I had almost forgotten how much I loved them.
But I heard the crinkle of the bag and I knew exactly what she had.

You see, on my old farm when the publicist there needed to erm, catch my attention she would do it by shaking a bag of chips and I would come a'running! The publicist here gives me apples so I haven't had a potato chip in seven years. But I remembered, oh I remembered the delicious taste of those crispy treats.

I WANTED CHIPS AND I WANTED THEM NOW.
Guess what?
The publicist let me have some chips!

She spoils me, doesn't she?
Oh, they were as good as I remembered.
She let me have MORE THAN ONE!

She was a bit of tease with the chips.
I don't know about that publicist.
But I didn't care. I came running.
Yes. RUNNING.
My little legs actually RAN.
That is how much I like chips.

When I came down the next day I looked all over for the box the chips came in but it was gone.
The publicist said that between the two of us we had eaten them all. I was sad. But then I let myself dream about the chips I had eaten.

And I was a happy goat once again.
Those chips were so good.
Thank you publicist for the treat.

Wordless Wednesday - Bye, Bye Publicist. Sniff, Sniff

I Can't Believe It!

You will not guess what the publicist is doing to us.
I am not happy.
I have been maaaaing like crazy to the other goats.

They are not happy either.
Do you want to know what has us all upset?
You will not believe it.

THE PUBLICIST IS LEAVING US!/

It's true!
I would not lie.
She is going away to a conference and to visit our Aunt Nora.
She is going to leave on Thursday and come back the next Wednesday,

That means the male person will be taking care of us.

I hope we survive.
Don't worry about my blog.
I will keep posting.
I will need something normal in my life.

Unless the male person loses me somewhere.

WE FOUND IT!

We did!
We found the secret!
And if you are very, very nice to us we will let you know what it is!

You DO want to know what it is, don't you?
Or do you want us to keep it all to ourselves?
Bwamaaaahahahahaha!

We are a little afraid of that AbbyGoat.
You have seen her Goat Stare of Death, right?
Would you want that facing you?

I did not think so!
So we wanted to be sure that it was OK to share the secret.

So we asked Pricilla.
She is nice.
She does not Stare at us.
Even if we play around her hooves.

She maaaaed we could tell....the chickens?
WHAT?
How does telling the chickens get the info to all of you?

Pricilla maaaaed that once you tell a chicken a secret it is no longer a secret.
Those birds can't keep their beaks shut.
That way AbbyGoat would not be mad at us!
She is a very wise goat.

So what is the secret and why do the chickens have on their party hats again?

WE ARE HAVING A GIVEAWAY TO CELEBRATE OUR 2000TH POST ON THE BLOG!

I know that Nick and I haven't been here all that long but we think this sounds like a lot of fun.
We like this Farm we have landed on and all of the other goats here - even AbbyGoat. And that publicist lady is pretty nice too.

Pricilla has maaaaed to us that she will spoil us if we are nice to her.
She maaaaed that she is a pretty good sport.
And yes, she IS a little crazy but that is OK - so are we.

So now to the giveaway - one lucky reader will win three bars of Priclla's rich soap! It will be an easy entry too. It is for our followers so you do have to be a follower of the blog and you just need to leave a comment on this post. It can be anyone, anywhere. Pricilla wants to thank all of her loyal readers.*

Comments will be open until 10/27 and the publicist will have random.org pick the winner. Good luck everyone and thank you for reading our blog. And for welcoming me and Nick and Harley to the world.

*one comment per household please. please be sure that you leave an email where you can be reached if you win. the winner will be contacted and will have 48 hours to respond. must be 18 years or older to enter. void where prohibited.

It Was That Kind of Day

You know the kind I'm maaaaaing about.
The kind where you just want to sit and bask in the sun.
Especially since the sun is going away for a few days.

So I just stretched out and basked away.
It was very nice.
This extended summer weather has been very nice.
I will be sorry to see it go.
But all good things must come to an end.

AbbyGoat does not believe me.
She thinks it is going to stay sunny.
Well, she'll find out soon enough.
She enjoyed basking today too.

I don't think any of us are going to be happy tomorrow.
The lovely 76° afternoons are going to give way to rainy 50° days.
I think AbbyGoat is trying to "Goat Stare of Death" the weather away.
I do not think that will work.

I do know one thing.
Little Nora will be happy.
No matter what she is a happy goat.
She love to be pet.
She loves the publicist
She is a very sweet little goat.