The Tale of the Extra Goat Treat: Part II, Abby

I know you haven't been formally introduced to Abby yet - the publicist says I must interview her but it is my blog and I will do what I want. Abby just bugs me - there I said it. You know how it can be with mothers and daughters, right? But on with today's tale....



If you will recall from yesterday's post there was extra goat treat to be had and we had it! I am showing you how much we all enjoyed it over four days and at the end there will be a vote to see which of us you think enjoyed their goat treat the most. The winner will get to pick a bar of my rich soap as a prize. Today I present Abby:






Abby is a very greedy goat. She never shares her goat treat at all. In fact if you try and come near her while she is eating you get a look like this. To me it says, "back away from the goat treat and no one will get hurt." What do you think?




She does eat her treat with enthusiasm and like Luke looks pretty funny with apple coming out of her mouth.





I think she is trying to tell the publicist to stop taking pictures and just let her eat her apples. I don't eavesdrop (much) so I can't be sure of exactly what she was maaaaaing. That or she is just chewing enthusiastically...one or the other.






To me the biggest advantage to Abby's sloppy way of eating her goat treat is the fact that she is on the top spool and I am on the bottom so I get what drops! I get extra treat! Don't tell Abby or she will butt me.





Tomorrow you will see how much Michael enjoyed his goat treat.

Michael's Big Adventure

Today Michael the goat went on a big adventure. Every so often the publicist/udder massage specialist takes Michael the goat for a walk. He needs to get out and work off some uh, excess energy. He gets very excited about these walks. He is also a very good goat on his walks; he loves the publicist as she bottle fed him as a baby so he thinks she is his mother.

His pen gate opened and Michael bounded out into the driveway and......slid on the ice! He was so excited - doing his high kicks - that he forgot like we all do that the driveway is an ice skating rink. It rather took away from his grand exit. Then off he happily trotted following behind the publicist as she headed for the goat barn. This is where he strayed. It was the hay pile. I must admit to being pulled by the allure of the hay pile myself. So much hay just sitting there for the munching. It's hard to resist and Michael didn't; he climbed right onto it and started eating hay. Michael's favorite thing next to a doe is hay.

Then it was off to see the horses across the street. They are so pretty and friendly. Sometimes they escape from their corral and come to visit us. But they also come and eat our hay! Now, I don't go and eat their hay so I think they should leave our hay alone. All four of them were in our yard one day last summer eating from our hay pile. Humpf! Horses eat a lot of hay. But I digress.....Michael enjoyed saying "Maaaaaa" to the horses and they neighed in return.

From there it was a quick trip through the goat barn for an extra handful of grain - lucky goat! Now Michael is back in his pen eating hay! The sun is shining today so we are all Happy Goats!

Crazy Goats!

I live with a bunch of crazy goats! I do not include myself in that sentence. I am not a crazy goat; I am a Happy Goat as befits the spokesgoat for Happy Goats Soap. But given the behavior of the other goats on this farm I am beginning to think it should have been called the Crazy Goats Farm. For example, yesterday when our publicist/udder massage specialist was bringing Abigail and me down from the barn to our pen Abigail decided it would be a good time to go visit the horses across the street - and off she ran. But she forgot that the driveway is a sheet of ice. Her hooves were a' moving but Abigail was not. She eventually got some traction but ended up doing a face plant and sliding a good four feet before the publicist caught up to her and got her turned around. I was trying to be a good goat and not laugh at her but it was very, very hard.

Then Michael the goat escaped from HIS pen. Again. Now that he has discovered how to get a running head of steam and leap over his fence he just keeps doing so. He is just so proud of himself! The publicist drags him back to his pen by his horns -which he doesn't like at all! I think it upsets him that she is strong enough to do it. Hee hee. This week our male person is going to buy taller fencing so that Michael will stay where he belongs - hopefully.

But the topper of the day belonged to Luke the goat. When it was time to head back up to the barn for our goat treat and a good night's sleep Luke decided he just wasn't quite ready yet. Actually Michael didn't head right up either so the publicist had her hands full of rammy goats. She went to the goat barn and got a lead, hooked Michael the goat up and took him to the barn. When Luke the goat saw her returning he climbed the mulch pile. The publicist yelled at him; told him he better not dare jump into the doe pen. But you can guess what happened. Luke leaped! He started chasing Abigail around as if his life depended on it. I just stood back while Abigail ran like the devil was chasing her. And in a way I guess he was. Again, I tried not to laugh at Abigail's predicament but it was ABIGAIL after all.....

The publicist opened our gate and I ran out. Abigail finally figured out to escape as well. Luke had the gate slammed in his little goat face. He was not happy about this at all! Abigail and I RAN to the goat barn while Luke MAAAAAAAAed like a crazy goat. The publicist got us settled and went back for Luke the goat and found him with his head stuck in the fence! He put it through were our pen meets the garden. He was trying to fit his whole little goat body through an 8" x 8" hole. Crazy goat! When the publicist went in to help him he was so focused on getting to us girls that he did not want to back out of the fence, he just wanted to go forward. It's that whole "gotta get a doe" mentality these bucks have, you know? And I thought he was in love with ME. Bucks are fickle, FICKLE!

Anyway, with much wiggling the publicist finally was able to get Luke the goat out of the fencing, hooked up to a lead and into his pen in the barn. Whew! She was exhausted! Luke the goat was, uh, frustrated.

Visitors

I love visitors! Goats are naturally social creatures and as a spokesgoat I am even more so. We get plenty of people and other creatures that come to visit here at the Happy Goats Farm. More in the summer than in the winter but I have plenty of social activity all year round.

Today we had a visit from our Bald Eagle. He comes pretty regularly and sits on the big tree at the edge of the river. He is looking for a plump trout to eat for lunch. One time he thought Fred the cat would make a good lunch and he tried to take him away. Fortunately Fred is, uh let's just say well fed, and he was too heavy for the eagle to carry. Poor Fred had to go the emergency Vet and have his fur shaved but he was OK. Now Fred watches very closely for the eagle.

The Bald Eagle is our national bird and we are lucky to have a nesting pair not too far from us. My publicist took the photo.

I Am Not Fat - I Am Pregnant!

I know I should not have to bring this up, but I am a famous spokesgoat and need to look my best at all times. I never know when I will have a media appointment and then there are always those pesky paparazzi. You never know where they will pop up. Last summer I found one hiding in the corn stalks! A goat has no privacy!

I have announced my pregnancy so it should be no surprise that I am gaining weight but the tabloid press can be so nasty. All this talk about "Piggy Pricilla" and "Greedy Grain Gorging Goat" can really get to a doe. I NEED to gain a certain amount of weight to give birth to healthy kids. I think I look wonderful in this condition. So I am asking the press to back off - or I will be forced to butt!

My publicist did not approve that last statement, but I am hormonal....

SpokesGoat Alert - Now to be Known as The Coveted Scratch of the Tail Award!

I was thinking about "SpokesGoat Alerts" and how boring that must sound so I have come up with a new idea. I have run this by my publicist and she thinks it is a marvelous idea! Perhaps you recall from an earlier post my comment on how much I enjoy a good scratch of my tail. I thought it would be a good idea to rename the SpokesGoat Alerts and call them The Coveted Scratch of the Tail Awards. I don't know about you but nothing feels better to me than a scratch on the tail...


So here we grant the first two Coveted Scratch of the Tail Awards: they are presented for two beautiful Treasuries on etsy featuring Happy Goats Soaps.

The first list was curated by JunkyardGypsy and features our Rich Goat's Milk Shaving Soap Scented with Dragon's Blood - don't be scared it's a sexy scent with a cinnamon overtone. Her shop is full of recycled items and there is even an barnyard friend for me!

The second curation by TamaraDesigns shows our Sea Urchin Soap Scented with Lavender. (Aren't the new pictures great?) I took a look through Tamara's shop and she makes beautifully detailed paper cutouts. I love this one, don't you?

I thank both of these lovely creators and bestow upon them the Coveted Scratch of the Tail Award!

Goat Rant

I am ususally a very mellow goat but today I am going to have myself a good goat rant. What do you think has me all ruffed up? Cats! Cats you ask? Yes, cats! Why is it the cats around here get to run free? I see them all around running in the fields, running in the garden, running up to the top of the hay pile. Well, I WANT TO RUN TO THE TOP OF THE HAY PILE. Don't you think it is more appropriate for a GOAT to be on top of a hay pile rather than a cat? I know I do. Cats don't eat hay; well Stinky does but she is a strange cat. (You will meet here when I continue my series of interviews with the other animals around here.)

A goat is meant to roam free. I know, I know I have a HUUUUUUGE pen and I should be happy. I have a lovely, handcrafted goat house built with love by my male person. BUT I HAVE TO SHARE THESE WITH ABIGAIL. Why can't I run free like the cats. It shouldn't matter that all those times I escaped I tried to run back to my old home. Or after that I tried to visit the horses across the street. Or after that I tried to go down the bank to the river.

I am calling for goats to take over the world. I think we would do a good job of running things. Just think - hay for everyone, grain for everyone, roaming free just like cats. Doesn't this sound great? So join me as I start a goat revolution. Just don't tell my publicist. I know she would think this was a bad idea on the spokesgoat front....

GOATS OF THE WORLD UNITE!!!!!

Spokesgoat Alert

It is a busy day in the Spokesgoat world! I am more than proud to note that an exceptionally funny blog called Nanny Goats in Panties has featured ME today as her Goat Thing of the Day. You cannot imagine how thrilled I was to see myself! While the writer of this blog is not actually a goat, I feel she understands goats completely. Do check it out - you will surely chuckle.

How I Came to Live on The Happy Goats Farm

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.