The Tale of the Extra Goat Treat: Part III, Michael

The Tale continues with a look at how our elder buck Michael enjoyed his extra goat treat.

Michael was very excited, just as the other goats were, to have some extra apple on that bright, sunny day. But the publicist has a small problem with Michael; he is a bit attached to her as I have mentioned in previous posts. She bottle fed him as a kid and he seems to think she is his mother so any time she comes near him he just wants to rub his horns on her and jump on her and show how happy he is. It makes it difficult for her to take pictures. She did manage but she had to work fast.

He did settle down to eating his treat and like the other goats looks pretty funny with apple coming out of his mouth.

At one point the publicist tried to arrange the treat on his spool and he gave her this look. I don't think I would mess with his food, would you?

Since she was trying to work quickly she left the gate open. You think he is just eating his goat treat here, HA! He is plotting his escape. Which he did as soon as he finished his apples. He is a good goat though and the publicist quickly caught him and put him back in his cage. He really just wanted to come over and say "Hi" to me and Abigail.

Tomorrow is the last day in The Tale of the Extra Goat Treat and it's my turn. Do you think I have saved the best for last?

Mischievous Goats

Today I have to admit that I and the other goats were quite mischievous. When the publicist/udder massage specialist let Abigail and me out of the barn we didn't run to our pen as we ususally do. We wanted to explore. We are tired of winter and we want to try and find some nice greens to nibble on, or even a tree to chew. Hay gets old after a bit; it's time for Spring! It took the publicist a bit of time to round us up and I will admit that when she grabbed my collar I started to run. This was very entertaining because the publicist doesn't weigh much and the ground is still a sheet of ice. It was like the publicist was water skiing behind me. Hee hee. I know this was not nice of me but it was very funny. I stopped before she fell, though and then I went into my pen. Abigail was soon rounded up as well.

Then came time for the boys to come down from the barn. They were very excited to get outside too! They did their high kicks and were butting heads so hard I think the neighbors all the way down the street could hear the cracks. The publicist finally got them seperated and into their pens but Luke managed to get his gate open and escape! He wanted to explore just like me. I don't blame him; he hasn't had much besides hay to eat either and would love a munch of something green.

I don't mean to complain - we do get our goat treat at night and you know how much I love my apples. In fact the rest of this week's posts will be a contest to see who enjoyed their special goat treat most. Our publicist made an apple cobbler on Saturday and there were lots of extra peelings for us to share. She took pictures of all of us eating our treat. I think it is going to be fun to share them with you.

Our publicist is lots of fun. Just to entertain us today she fell off of the hay pile! We tried not to laugh at her but it was pretty funny. Especially the words she exclaimed as she fell. But I am not going to tell you what they were - this is a family blog.

Interview with Stinky the Cat

In the continuing series of interviews with the animals on the Happy Goats Farm I would like to introduce you to Stinky the Cat. She is one of three cats that live here on the Farm. I am not much of a cat goat but the publicist just loves cats like crazy. Our male person says she is a cat magnet. I am not sure he is happy about this. But anyway, meet Stinky!



Stinky, how did you come to live with our publicist?Don't get to close to me Pricilla, I don't want you to butt me. You always butt me.

Now Stinky, I am acting as a spokesgoat here and I am on my best behavior. Would you please just answer my questions?
All right as long as you promise not to butt me. I was just a little kitty living in a campground in New Jersey. My old owner had abandoned me. I don't know why; I am a very nice kitty. When our publicist found me my collar was so tight I could hardly breathe. I was so happy when she cut it off of me. It was a very cold night and there was snow everywhere. I was thrilled when I got to go into the warm trailer and eat good food.

Stinky is a rather, hmmmm, odoriferous name. Why are you called Stinky?
My original name was Threesa as in Three's a crowd because I was the third cat in the family but I am rather embarrassed to admit that at first -solely due to my bad diet while living in the wild -it was rather noticeable every time I used the litter box. This caused my name to be changed. I was not happy but I don't have control over these things. Now that I am eating regularly and eating really good food you never know when I have been in the box.

What do you do on the farm?
I lounge around. I eat a lot. I chase mice. I try and avoid Mr. Eagle; I don't want to get taken for a ride like Fred. I sit in the publicist's lap and give her cat hugs.

How do you feel about me and the other goats on the farm?
Well, given that if I get too close to you I end up flying through the air I really don't think you want me to answer that question. The first time I met you I just wanted to sniff your nose and the next thing I knew I was airborne. Was this a nice thing to do to a small kitty cat?

I think we will end the interview now. I hope you enjoyed meeting Stinky the Cat and learning more about her.

Stinky wanted you to see her "fierce face" so I have included a picture of it for you. She used this face to scare the mice. Does it scare you?

Sneak Peak

I wouldn't be a good spokesgoat if I didn't reward my loyal readers every once in a while now would I? So today I am going to give you a first peak at the NEW SOAPS that will soon be available in the Happy Goat Soap shop. As I mentioned in an earlier post the Happy Goats Farm will be adding chickens this spring. Our male person hasn't made a final decision on what breed yet but the rumors that are swirling around the goat pens seem to have him leaning towards Rhode Island Reds. I haven't made up my mind about this addition yet; I came from a farm with chickens and they were always trying to peck and eat my grain! My grain is MY grain.

I should not be a greedy goat, I know but the chickens will have plenty to eat without eating my grain. I hope they are not planning to change the name of the farm to Happy Goat and Chicken Farm. I WILL NOT share top billing with a bunch of clucking birds


The chickens will be good for the garden here at the farm as they will eat all the grasshoppers that invade every year. I, for one, will be happy to see the grasshoppers go. I know the publicist will be happy they are gone too. Although it is very funny to hear her screaming all the time when the grasshoppers jump on her. She has a bug thing (some farmer!!!) and screams very, very, very loudly every time she encounters one. Ooooh, and the dance she does when a spider falls on her is REALLY something to behold. It is a shame I cannot hold a camera......but I digress.


So without any further ado I present:


The Rooster in the Goat Pen Soap and













The Chicks All Right by Pricilla Soap.












I like it when my name is in the soap shop. These will be available very soon. They are curing right now in really cool scents like Afternoon Tea, Spring Bouquet and others. You know I will make an announcement when they are available because I am a good spokesgoat.

Happy Goats Farm Interview - Luke the Goat

I continue today with the interviews with my fellow animals on the Happy Goats Farm. Today I am introducing you to Luke the goat. He is the only goat on the farm to whom I did not give birth! So here we go:

So, Luke how did you come to be at the Happy Goats Farm?

When I was just a little buckling at the Glory Bea Farm in Washington State one day a man came in a truck and put me in a carrier. Then I went for a long, long, long, long, long ride. It was windy and noisy and I was scared. But then when it ended I found myself at the Happy Goats Farm. I will admit that I was still scared when I arrived. It was so new and different. I missed my brother. I missed my mother. But then...then...I saw YOU! It was love at first sight.

Now Luke, keep to the interview....

What do you do here at the farm?

I eat a lot of hay and grain. I love my goat treat at night but only if it is apples or pears. I don't like carrots. I like to play with Michael the goat. And well, this is a family blog so I won't go into my other, uh, duties. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

LUKE!

What do you like best about the Happy Goats Farm?

You! Want to go out later tonight?

Ugh, I can see I am not going to get anywhere with this interview either. The bucks on this farm are just too difficult to have a civil conversation with.

I hope you enjoyed this little peak into Luke the goat's little mind.

Interview with Michael The Goat

I, of course, am the most well known of the goats on the Happy Goats Farm but I feel it is important for all of you to get to know the other goats here. (Actually my publicist is making me do this - she feels it will be good press.) I am choosing to start with Michael because he is my son and I think the nicest goat on the place beside me of course. He can have a bit of a one track mind, so please bear with him....

How did you come to live on the Happy Goats Farm?

Mom, uh, you kidded me. Duh!

What is your purpose on the Farm?

I eat lots of hay...gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe!

I run around and chase Luke...gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe!

And I protect the publicist...she's fun!

If you ran the Farm what changes would you make?

Well, for one thing I wouldn't be in a pen all by myself! I would be in with the does, of course!

Gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe,gotta get a doe!

I think I would feed myself more grain too.

It seems you only think about yourself, do you ever think about the other goats on the Farm?

I do think about Luke - I really didn't think we needed to add him into the family. And I don't understand how you can say that when I am thinking of you girl goats all the time! Gotta getta doe, gotta get a doe, gotta get a doe.

Well, Michael I can see this interview is going to devolve from here so I think I will end it. Do you have any last comments?

Gotta get a doe!

I did warn you that he had a one track mind people! But he is a good looking goat if a mother can say so. I will continue the interviews as time goes on. Hopefully Luke will be a little less focused on ..... what am I saying. He's a buck too!

Boys Will Be Boys

I am sure like many of you females out there in the world that no matter what your species - THERE IS NO UNDERSTANDING MALES. We have two males on our farm, Michael and Luke. Male goats are called bucks for the educational portion of today's blog...Michael is my son and Luke came to us from a farm in Spokane, Washington. I will, as I mentioned in another post, be interviewing them so you can get to know them better but I thought you would like to see them first.

Yesterday my publicist/udder massage specialist took her camera out while the boys were uh, engaging with each other. Now, I watch the boys everyday; I am after all a doe and what doe does not like to look at a handsome buck? Even after daily viewing I can't tell if they are playing or trying to kill each other! They stand on their hind legs and bang their heads together so hard sometimes. Perhaps this explains their, hmmmmm, stubbornness. Yes, let's just call it stubbornness.

You don't know any males like that, do you?

Ahhh, Sunday!

I love my Sundays. I don't have any official spokesgoat duties and I just get to relax and enjoy myself. Unfortunately today was not a nice day. I woke up to another new layer of snow. Now my publicist is very nice about getting the snow off of my hay pile, but really! I am getting tired of all this snow. I can't find any little weeds to nibble on or any fresh grass. A goat gets tired of hay, hay, hay and more hay.

But I am not going to be a whining goat. I will share with you a funny story. Yesterday Michael decided he didn't want to stay in his pen. Why yesterday was his day to attempt to escape I have no idea but it was fun to watch. He would run up the side of his fence and LEAP. Well, after about 5 attempts - HE MADE IT! He jumped right out of his pen. Now I did not give him up but shortly thereafter the publicist/udder massage therapist came out and Michael went trotting up to her quite proud of himself. Needless to say, she was not happy....pen adjustments were made.

Starting next week I am going to interview the other goats on the Happy Goats Farm so you can get to know them better. Perhaps I will start with Michael so he can tell you more about his athletic feats.

The Glory of Being a Goat

Now I know that most of you reading this will never know the glory of being a goat and I am sorry for you. My life is just wonderful. My publicist/udder massage therapist takes wonderful care of me and I get to browse in a most scenic corner of the world. My only complaint is Abigail and since I gave birth to her I suppose I am mostly to blame....

But today I am going to discuss Happy things. It is Saturday and I am taking time off from my spokesgoat duties. A doe needs a break now and then, don't you agree? The first topic I want to bring to your attention is a wonderful fundraiser for another worthy species; the bunny! My furry friends from across the pond Arabella and Wesley (you can read all about them here ) are donating a beautifully crafted rabbit bag from their publicist to a wonderful organization - The Buckeye House Rabbit Organization to raise money for abandoned bunnies. A beautiful treasury has been created to showcase bunnies and other cuddly creatures and draw attention to this worthy cause. So why not check out the raffle and the Treasury?

And the MOST EXCITING NEWS since I have become spokesgoat for Happy Goats Soap
a wonderful etsy seller by the name of Lambert curated a Treasury and NAMED IT AFTER ME!!! How exciting is that? I cannot tell you how thrilled I was when I was told. I immediately did my famous goat dance of joy. Sometimes being a spokesgoat is just too much fun. I thank you Lambert and I must say I do like the Two Hens painting. When I next redecorate my goat house I will surely keep you in mind!

An Opportunity For YOU

I am pleased to bring all of you an opportunity to win some FREE SOAP! Yes, you read that correctly - you can win some wonderful Happy Goats Soap. And it's easy. I have taken my spokesgoating on the road and have been profiled by the wonderful Kristy of Simply Shiny .
She is a member of The Artisan Beaders Street Team with my publicist/udder massage specialist and she is profiling handmade bath and body products on her very popular blog .
Being a good spokesgoat I gave the interview questions to my publicist and we are now featured!

We thought it would be nice to offer a giveway as part of the interview so go check it out at
Simply Shiny where you will find instructions on how to enter to win a three bar pack of delightful Happy Goats Soap . Plus, if I were you I would keep reading Kristy's blog because it is full of wonderful information on a myriad number of topics.

That's all for today! I am off to eat my hay....wow, I am a poet goat too :)

SpokesGoat Duties

Now you might think that being a spokesgoat is all about just looking good in my photo but that is not the case at all. Remember, I am the face and Maaaa of Happy Goats Soap so I must, at all times remember to get my name and the soap's name out there for people to see. Today I did my job well! The first thing I did with help from a wonderful etsy curator; Happy Goats was on the FRONT PAGE of etsy today! I was so excited when my publicist/udder massage specialist told me I did my famous goat dance of joy! What better way to get the news out about Happy Goats Soap?

The second thing I did today was curate my own Treasury. This was a first for me, I will admit. And it was tough for me to do all that searching with my hooves - but I think I did a fine job. You can check it out here . I tried to add a screenshot but that was beyond my spokesgoat duties.

Well, I am going back to the goat barn to eat some hay. I am hoping that since I did such a good job today I will get some extra carrots tonight!

How You Can Become a SpokesGoat

Now I am sure that many of you out there would just love to become a famous spokesgoat just like me. It wasn't easy and as I mentioned in my last post there was some luck involved but I am happy to share what I know with you so that perhaps you, too can enter the realm of caprine glory.

Most important is a good head shot. Any famous super model will tell you this. While it is BORING to sit still for all the picture taking when you get a final result like my world famous Happy Goats photo, well, it is all worth it. I have, of course, included it here for you all to see. But with a face like mine it is very easy to take a good picture. My problem is I just don't like to stand still. I have better things to do with my time like eat hay and those apples and carrots of which I am so fond.

My publicist/udder massage specialist worked for quite a while to get this photo of me and I do believe she did an excellent job. It shows off my eyes just right. The snowy background is a perfect compliment to my soft brown and white coloring. Hopefully you all have a publicist/udder massage specialist that will be as willing to work as hard for you.

Well, that is enough for today. There is hay to be eaten and Abigail to be avoided. Maaaaaaa!

How I Became So Famous

I am sure many of you are wondering how I became so famous. It is not every ruminant walking around that gets to become a spokesgoat. I think I chalk it mostly up to luck and timing; I am the nicest goat on the farm and I do take a good photo. I, unlike Abigail, will stand still when the camera comes out so my shots are nice and clear. I also do not butt the publicist/udder massage specialist - and this makes a very big difference in the way one is perceived as a goat.

So while I did not ask for this job I can say I am enjoying it. The attention is wonderful and I love all the petting. I especially love to have my tail scratched. I am looking for staff right now and would like to hire a good tail scratcher so if you would like to apply just contact my publicist and I will set up an interview....there is no pay, just the glory of my presence. As I have said - how many spokesgoats do you know?

That's all for now. Tomorrow I will offer some tips on how one can follow my path and become a spokesgoat themself.