I liked it there because there are a lot of yummy pine trees. I think that's why they call it vacationland, because you can go on a vacation there to eat the pine trees, since they have so many. In fact, my lady began to complain about the scenery a wee bit, because she said it was getting boring...all those trees. She was just anxious to be back in
Due to the boredom of my lady, and her friendly helper man, there were a couple of rest stops in Maine. Her man was feeling a bit stiff and sore after driving that U-Haul all that long way from Iowa, so he tried doing the exercises in the rest stop area. I thought he looked like a donkey rubbing its bum on the fence, except there was no fence. Don't tell him I said that. I'm supposed to be nice to him.
We kept on driving, and while in Maine, we got to see very pretty views of Mount Katahdin. My lady couldn't get good pictures because she was driving and couldn't look at what her cell phone was pointed at. This is the best one, and the mountain is hidden behind the trees. I wanted to climb the mountain because that is what goats do, but she said not this time. You might like to know that Katahdin sheep are named after it though - they were developed by a man from Maine who imported wool-less sheep from the Caribbean. I'm not sure why there aren't any Katahdin goats. Anybody knows goats are better than sheep.
On the day of our border crossing, we stayed at a hotel called the "White House" and my lady had a discussion with her favorite President before we got on the road. She was quite excited to have her picture taken with him. He didn't say much though!
When we finally got to the border between the USA and Can-of-Duck, that is when I really showed my skills. My lady had to get a lot of stuff she called "paperwork" completed before she could take me across the border. I think I could have just walked across and nobody would have noticed, but because I was in her car, I had to have "paperwork" with me. One day soon, my lady will write a post about how to take a goat or sheep across the border. It might help somebody else.
My personal feeling is that you just have to be your charming self, and try to eat the paperwork, because it makes the inspection vet laugh. Shows you how important that "paperwork" really is! The vet wanted to look at the scar I had from when I was spayed, and also looked at my teeth. I think he was worried that I might bite him, but I have never bitten anybody, at least not intentionally. It doesn't help with making fans happy when you bite people. After the border inspection vet and his assistant looked at my paperwork, petted me, laughed at how charming I was, and signed some VIG documents (very important goat), they had their picture taken with me, because of course I am famous.
After this experience, my lady was finally back in her home country, and I saw her wiping away a few little tears. I'm not sure if she was excited or even more bored with all those pine trees. Anyway, our first Canadian province was New Buns-Wick. I was extremely disappointed that there were no buns to eat when we arrived. I think maybe they put wicks into buns and use them as candles there? I really have no clue. Seems like a pretty weird name to me. I could have done better than that. For example, New Goatswick would have been a better choice.
Now, all through Maine, and then again in New Buns-Wick, we had to worry about large mice. My lady showed me the sign. It looks like this:
As you can see, the mice in this part of the world are very large, with enormous antennae on their head, and they are very tall as well. If you hit one with your car by mistake, the mouse will win. It is dreadfully dangerous to hit a mouse while driving. The mouse is a timid animal and mostly stays in the woods, but in mating season, sometimes the male mouse is seen on the side of the road, snorting and breathing fire. Well, I heard that from another goat, so it's obviously true. I didn't see it happen though.
After a lot of pine trees and not a single mouse sighting, we finally managed to drive all the way through New Buns-Wick and we arrived in our final destination province, Nova Squasha, which made my lady cry a lot and she nearly had to pull over because she was all atwitter. Now, you might be asking yourself, will I be squashed in Nova Squasha? No, of course not, silly! It's an ancient Gaelic term meaning goats. Nova means new. So "New Goats" is where we are living. You can take my word for it.
We drove past the area where my lady is going to have her new home, but right now she can't quite move into it yet. There have been all sorts of delays with the new farm because the seller is not very well and has been in hospital, and there were some misunderstandings with the lawyers, and it has all made her very frustrated, but we won't dwell on that. Here is a picture of the area she will be living on her new farm, with me of course, her first and foremost spokesgoat.
It is very pretty, and it has a lot of pine trees. I shall enjoy eating them. As you can see, I will not run out of pine trees for a very long time. For now, though, I am staying at another farm near my lady's parents home, so that my lady can visit me. It makes my lady very sad that she can't have me there all the time, but she has to be patient, and so do I. For now, everything my lady owns (except me and the cat) is in one of two enormous storage units. It's a little bit upsetting for her and she's not in a very writing sort of mood lately, but she'll be alright soon, and you'll get to hear all her boring human news sooner or later.
In the meantime, you can rest assured that I am a very happy new Canadian goat, and I shall be monitoring the situation here so that you can learn all the news as soon as I can write about it. Goatie kisses to all my fans in the US,
Can of Duck Canada, and anywhere else in the world!