They are driving the publicist crazier.
You note I did not maaaa crazy since she is already there.
Bwamaaahahahahaha!
The little
No matter how tightly the publicist pulls it closed.
Out they come!
Once they are out they go over and munch on the bark pile
The male person has cut up all of the wood to keep the publicist warm this winter but there are lots of tasty pieces to nibble.
I can't say that I blame them
That bark is a nice little treat since there is not much else to eat right now.
I think they miss their cousin though.
They don't understand why he is not out running and playing with them.
Hey Harley!
Where are you?
Come out and play!
But he is still not ready to handle those two.
He is much better but still a bit unsteady on his hooves.
The publicist finally caught the bad little goats and put them back in their pen.
Then it was all running and jumping and wreaking havoc.
It's what little goats do.
It's what makes them so entertaining.
If they didn't make us all laugh we wouldn't put up with them, would we?
Nora decided to take a little nap.
Smart girl.
You're laughing, aren't you?
And then it all began again.
Poor publicist.
She says she is losing weight.
And her sanity.
But I do not think she has any to lose.
Bwamaaaahahahahaha.
I'm a funny goat today, aren't I?
