In which I get an award! And for goats: Driving 101

The human says she is "losing the battle" this semester at school, and that she can not seem to catch up.  Again, she has put me in charge of the blog post today.  I know that really, she knows that I write better blog posts than she does, and that everybody would rather read stuff from me.  But, we won't tell her that.  It might upset her.

So guess what?!  I won an award!  Yes, I know, it's expected really, but I was particularly thrilled that this one came from Millie, over at Eden Hills.  Millie hasn't been feeling all that well lately you know.  She has said is actually a bit anemic.  The vet said so.  But she doesn't realize she spelled it wrong.  It's actually akneemic.  It's when you have a microphone implanted in your knee, usually by aliens.  Poor Millie was abducted by aliens one night, you see, and they put a microphone in her knee, and now they can hear everything she does.  And her knee hurts.  Anyway, I always avoid alien abductions and my knees are fine.  You should all go say Hi to Millie and wish her well.  They really should remove that microphone.

Anyway, Millie sent me the butterfly award!  Isn't that lovely?!

It's because I am dainty and beautiful, like a butterfly.  Thank you very much Millie!  I am honoured!  Claire said I have to choose who to send it to also, because her head is too full of too many other things to be able to make decisions.  I, of course, am a natural leader and decider of things.  Clearly, it should go to my dear friend Isobelle, because she is a very beautiful goat, like me, and sometimes her ears are sort of like butterflies.

I can't fly, personally, yet.  I am quite good at leaping and jumping though.  I think Isobelle is working on goat flight too.  But until we have that sorted out, I am learning to drive.  I thought I would give some tips to any other goats who wish to follow my lead.  Naturally, they will all want to follow my lead.

First, you must learn how to get into the vehicle in a dainty manner.  No leg flailing or anything else that would be unseemly for a beautiful goat.

Then, you have to survey your adoring fans from the seat of the vehicle, once you have entered it, because you know that they all want to see you.

That done, you should carefully inspect the surroundings in case there are leftover human foods to be had.  Unfortunately, there were none.  Oh, also get yourself into the driver's seat.

Driving requires three things - concentration, facing forward, and looking beautiful.  I'm still working on the concentration part.  The steering wheel is rather cumbersome for hoofed creatures.

You can always be a back seat passenger, if you prefer!  Except when the back seat is full of bags of fleece.

Also practice getting out of the car in a dainty manner.  And never, ever poop on the seats.

I suppose you want to know why there was all that fleece in the back seat.  Well, Claire went to a dye party with some of her friends who are all obsessed with sheep and goats and llamas and stuff.  She seemed very pleased with the results of her efforts.

I hope she doesn't decide to dye me anytime soon.

In particular, I do not want to be hung on a fence to dry.  Thank you all the same.

Wishing all you goats a lovely weekend from here in Iowa.  Goatie kisses from me.