It's AbbyDay the best day of the week. And it's a new month. How great is that?
The publicist says I am a baaaaaaad goat.
Pffffft!
That is what I say to the publicist.
Why is she spreading these rumors about me?
Because of this...
OK, OK, I WAS in the hay pile.
(so was Sarah)
But the hay is for us goats to eat, right?
I was eating the hay, right?
So why is it wrong for me to eat the hay that is for us goat to eat?
SEE!
The publicist does not agree with my perfect goat logic. I maaaaed to Sarah and she agreed with me. (As she should, I AM AbbyGoat after all.)
Will that woman never stop yelling?
Sheesh!
You would think I was going to eat the entire hay pile!
Hmmmmm.
OK, OK. I'm going!
But somegoat is still not listening.....
Uh-oh!
Do you see all those apples?
The publicist brought them out to us.
I think she is guilty about leaving us to go visit Aunt Nora.
If this is how she is going to deal with it I say she should go visit Aunt Nora more often!
That is a LOT of apples!
I was one excited goat!
I was licking my lips in anticipation of tasting those delicious fruits.
The publicist fed them to me one by one.
I might have bitten her finger.
I will not admit or deny this fact.
I was not intending to bite her as I am a vegetarian goat.
I was, however, still better behaved than somegoats.
I am not going to maaa names.
Not me!
The publicist was bringing us down from the barn and I spotted some tasty grass.
I haven't had tasty grass in a while so I ran over to it and started to munch.
It was delicious.
The publicist was yelling something about me getting in my pen but I ignored her.
Did I mention the grass was tasty?
Why haven't I had tasty grass in a while you ask?
Well, it has nothing to do with me breaking into the chicken house and eating their grain every time I was let loose to graze.
I don't care what the publicist says.
That wasn't me.
That was some other black goat.
So I just kept on grazing.
I didn't listen to her saying things I cannot repeat on a family blog.
I didn't care about all the things she had to get done.
I wanted to eat the tasty grass.
So there publicist.
So there.
Catch me if you can!
Harumph!
I pride myself on being a ladylike goat.
My behavior around my studmuffin notwithstanding...
But somegoat on this Farm has gone all animal!
Can you imagine such a thing?
It is true.
Who you ask?
What did somegoat do, you want to know?
Well, even though it breaks my heart I will tell you.
My studmuffin was minding his own business in his pen when somegoat went over there and
wiggled her tail at him.
What was he to do?
Such blatant behavior!
Well he did what bucks will do even though there was a fence between them.
Oh Luke why do you hurt me this way?
And now somegoat may have kids in February!
February!
A very baaaaad month to have kids in Montana.
What goat you ask?
Who was this brazen?
ABBYGOAT!
Who else?
