Thursday, December 10, 2009

Goaties roastng on a open fire(Not like THAT(well kinda)

When it gets cold always think of when I was little(BEFORE Sissy came),and I lived inside. I was a little buck then,and I barely had button horns. I had a box of alfalfa,a blanket to keep me warm,and I had a bottle. I remember the first time I went out side,the first leaf. It was all good till Sissy came along,and the incident(i.e.Sissy climbed the lamp and put a goat size dent in the end-table). As you know we goats like heat,well I would stand so close to the fire that my eyelashes singed off. "Da Boy" had to keep pushing me away from the fire place.Altough I am glad to have Sissy,she shares her hay,and warms up my house for me and-HEY SISSY STOP THAT!!! She is trying to escape as I speak.!!! I have to go stop her. BYE!!

6 comments:

  1. Butter Bean you were such a cutie!I just want to hug you and squeeze you and pet you and call you George....

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  2. OOH! Bean you were really cute! Welll you are still cute but when you were little you were MORE cute!

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  3. No I WAS cute,NOW I am handsome.

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  4. Just like you were cute but now you are pretty,because bucks aren't pretty.

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  5. Awww, I just want to give you a goat hug.
    And you have a beautiful wood stove if the publicist says so herself!

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  6. Big goat hugs to you AND the publicist.!!!

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