Since she has been sick with the bronchiowhatsit all week, I have to do the blog again. It's okay - I like doing the blog. I know that all of you, my adoring fans, also like it when I do the blog. Today, I am going to tell you about what I do in the barn. I live in the barn, you know. It's because the other goats don't like me. Obviously it's because they know I'm clearly superior to them. She has tried to put me in with them a whole bunch of times, but every time I either get out on my own, or she has to rescue me. So, I live in the barn with the chickens. It's more appropriate anyway, since I grew up in the proper house. I still don't know why I can't just live in the proper house. Sometimes my lady lets me in the house for treats. I get special goat treats. She says they are "dog treats" that are vegetarian ones with no meat - they are peanut butter and cinnamon flavour. I like them very much, even though I am not a dog.
Anyway, here are some pictures of me demonstrating to you the good life that I have in the barn. Here I am with one of my feathered friends. We like to be in the hay mountain.
Here I'm showing you how to eat the tasty bits of hay from the best bale.