The Indignity!

Sometimes I cannot believe the things the publicist makes me do.
I just want to have my quiet life; munch my hay, eat the occasional apple and bask in the sun.
I know I am a Famous SpokesGoat and I take my job VERY seriously but when I am not working, I AM NOT WORKING! Why can she not understand this?

The other day I was just sitting in the goat pen enjoying the sun when she called me out.
She said it would be "fun."
She has a strange idea of "fun."

LOOK at what she made me do:

Does she think I am some kind of prop?
I am not a PROP!
I am, as I maaaed above a FAMOUS SpokesGoat.

Not some kind of sidekick for her use.
HARUMPH!
Can you tell I am NOT a happy goat?

What is your first clue.....
Do you want to know WHY she subjected me to this?
I thought it was going to be something really big but it was for a giveaway on her blog.
Seriously?!
I am shill for HER blog now.

I'd rather eat grass.
In fact, I started TO eat grass.
That ended that now, didn't it?

I am no dummy goat.
When she needed photos again I was not asked to pose.

She found somegoat who really couldn't protest.
I will have to have a maaaaa with Bernadette.
That way when she gets too big to pick up she will know when to put her hoof down.

Farm Cat Friday - Sherpa the Farm Cat Helps (?) The Publicist with Her Knitting

As if!
Now the publicist has only herself to blame because she got up and did this:

What did she expect was going to happen?
Silly publicist!

What cat in his right mind would pass that up?

Certainly not Sherpa the Farm cat!
He was, erm checking out her stitches.

That's it!

He does not spare his opinion, does he?
That or he thinks the yarn tastes good.

What do you think?

He tested its strength too.
He was very thorough in his "inspection."

No one can say that Sherpa shirks his erm, duties.
The publicist was not sure she saw this as help.

Hey! How did the yarn get over there?
Sherpa! Did you steal the publicist's yarn?

That is the PUBLICIST'S yarn, not a cat toy!


The publicist now hides her yarn when she leaves it.
It is nice to know that the publicist is capable of learning.

The Publicist Made a Mistake!

Stupid publicist!
You will recall when I introduced you to our exotic chicken, the Dark Brahma.

I told you how pretty SHE was.
How much the publicist liked her lovely blue and purple feathers.
It is still a very pretty chicken - as chickens go.

BUT IT IS A ROOSTER!
Silly publicist.
She discovered this when she saw it doing the rhumba with a Rhode Island Red hen.
And the crowing might have been another clue.

So this is our exotic ROOSTER. A dark brahma.
Isn't he handsome!

The publicist claims she was thrown off by his small comb.
She also claims it is a good thing she is not a chicken farmer.
She would be in biiiiiiiiiiiig trouble.

I am very glad she knows I am a girl goat.
Silly publicist.

A Startled Publicist

I have to admit to laughing at the publicist yesterday.
It's true.
I suppose it was not very nice of me, but sometimes the publicist is very funny.
She was out taking the photos of Abby participating in the Field Lounging Goat Olympics and she suddenly screamed! 
What could have caused this reaction?
Tango the cat was there to judge the Goat Olympics.

He jumped up on the fence to oversee Abby's form and he just startled the publicist!

She did not know he was an official Goat Olympic judge.
OK - maybe we should have told her, but then we would have missed the scream.
heh heh
After he saw enough and noted his comments he jumped down and went back home.

Abby did indeed win the Gold Medal.

All of us goats want to wish the publicist and the male person a Happy Anniversary!


Tomorrow:  Sunday Movies with the Happy Goats

When Did We Get a Third Spool for the Doe Pen?

You never know what is going to happen on the Happy Goats Farm. Each day brings a surprise. For example: just the other day the male person was quietly drinking his coffee and he heard noises from outside. He looked out the window and he saw this

He started to wonder when the doe pen acquired a third spool! He knows he only put two spools in there. Where did this third spool come from? He decided he better get a closer look.

Oh my! That's not a spool - it's the publicist! How did this happen?!

There is a goat on her back!

A small white goat!

Kevin the goat to be exact!

WHAT is he doing there?

The male person asked the publicist what was going on and she told him that she was petting her two little goats - she loves to pet her little babies. Then Abby came over to be pet so she bent down to scratch her ears and all of a sudden there was a goat on her back!

That Kevin - what a silly kid.

Then he started to eat her hair!


The publicist is not a goat snack!

My heavens!

Little Harry thought this whole thing was quite amusing. I am not sure that he would not have leaped onto the publicist's back had he been given the chance.



What will happen next in the doe pen?

I have no idea!

But tomorrow is AbbyDay and you know that ANYTHING is possible on AbbyDay.

The publicist has straightened up now and would like to remind you that she has TWO giveaways going on over at her blog; one for earrings and a gift certificate and one for custom postcards (with TWO winners!). Why not hop on over there and check them out?