Horses?! On the Happy Goats Farm?

I am STILL pregnant. I must admit I am getting tired, not to mention tired of being kicked by 8 legs. Well, at least 8 legs. I have always had twins but triplets do happen. But on to today's tale. It's a horse tale or perhaps it's many horse tails. Ha!

I looked up the other day and saw horses in the road right in front of the farm! They weren't the horses from the farm across the street - the ones we like to go visit. I didn't know these horses at all. I didn't know WHERE they came from.

The horses across the street were very excited to see these new horses. They were prancing and running up and down their paddock.

The new horses were split between visiting the other horses and munching the grass in the lot next door to us goats. It was a thrilling time; there were horses everywhere!

Horses are so beautiful when they run. The publicist tried to get good pictures but had a very difficult time between the rain and trying to not get run down by the running horses.

Finally we learned that the horses belonged to our friends who live further up our road. They have two pretty little girls who come and visit us when they go out for walks in the summer.

They led the horses back to their home and the great adventure was over.

It sure made for a fun day here on the farm.

Dreaming of the Big Day

It is not that long until I have my kids. I am excited because they are so cute when they are little. But then I could always find that I have another Abigail on my udder and that would not be so nice, would it? Abby was a nice goat in the beginning, I don't know what happened to her. I am a good nanny goat so it is nothing that I taught her. There is plenty of food on the Happy Goats Farm so it is not like she has get to the hay pile first or she will starve. I just don't know....

My Sarah was a good little goat. She loved the publicist and she was good to me. I know she is happy in her new home with little Nora (Abby's kid). Nora was very pleasant too.

Hmmm, must just be something about Abigail. Even when Sarah and Michael were little goatlings she would try and butt them and stare them down on the spools.

Maybe she just likes to be top goat.

It will be interesting to see what coloring my new kids are going to have. Since I am a brown and white goat and Luke is well, rather cow like in his coloring who knows what these kids are going to look like! I truly fear polka dotted goats. That would be something now, wouldn't it? I can see it now brown and black spots all over the poor little goatling.....I would never live it down. But I have to admit that it was love at first sight when I saw Luke arrive at the Farm. Even though he was just a little guy he caught my eye. I knew that we could make - oh this is a family blog, I will stop there. Just rest assured that our kids will be cute no matter what their coloring and I will love them as long as they don't start acting like Abigail.

I just know I can't wait 'cause I am tired of hearing all the other goats call me "wide load."

Small Goat, Big World

I have been thinking lately about bringing my kids into this world. It is a great big world and we are such small goats. I sometimes stand on the edge of the Farm and look out over the river and wonder what lies on the other side. This is my adventurous side coming through but I guess I will never know - I have to stay on the farm with my family that loves me and my new kids that I know I will love. This is a good thing as I am very happy here - in spite of Abigail.

I guess my hormones are making me contemplative....I promise to be back to my usual funny self tomorrow.

Cursed Paparazzi!

Those cursed paparazzi are at it again. As if it is not enough that I cannot live my simple life on my farm; they have to always be here trying to catch me doing something they deem "wrong." I just don't understand this sick fascination with my life just because I happen to be a famous spokesgoat. Why do people care what I do in my spare time? Why do they care how much I eat or what I eat for that matter? It is really none of their business. When I have an interview or media appointment I do my job but when I am just relaxing in my pen or out for a walk I should be able to do so without fear of unflattering pictures or false stories being printed.

I was fortunate that my publicist caught this one paparazzo in the act and we have the offending photos in hand. I am going to share them here so that I can negate their impact should any other "inquiring mind" try to print more "Grossly Growing Goat" stories about my expanding waistline. I repeat people I AM PREGNANT, NOT FAT!!! I have to eat a lot of hay, grain and apples to keep me strong and healthy for the upcoming kidding. What kind of nanny would I be if I tried to diet during my pregnancy? I ask you!? So my publicist and I present these pictures to show you what a healthy, pregnant goat should look like halfway though her kids' gestation. I am most likely carrying twins. Of course the monster took them from behind which is my worst angle right now. Ugh! I stand up for all reproducing animals - humans too - to say that a certain amount of weight gain is necessary and healthy!

So there! Pricilla has spoken!

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....