Diary of a Dairy Goat. This blog is the diary of one goat, Baby Belle, a Nigerian Dwarf who lives on a small dairy farm in Western Washington.
Oh, gosh. We only got 8 or 9. But I haven't been stupid enough to go out in it.
We definitely got a few inches here, too. We had a foot by noon. Radio man said it was falling at the rate of 2 inches per hour.Ray and Frank might be bothered, if they weren't fiber goats.
Pebbles, you are the most imperially elegant goat I have ever seen. It is wrong, just plain wrong for you to be "volunteered" to be the snow measuring stick. Where is your winning fair ribbon? Isn't it hanging where the goatfarmer and your fellow goats can see it? Have they forgotten you were the fairest of the fair and as such do not deserve to be "volunteered" for experimental snow missions?? What about Pinky? How about Wronnie? Why you?
Pebbles, after getting over my initial shock of seeing you hip deep in snow and after a good night's rest, I see the situation with clearer eyes. I no longer feel you have been slighted by your herdmates and goatfarmer. I see that you CHOOSE to win beauty pageants AND be an arctic explorer. You are a modern lady--you can do it all! I only hope the goatfarmer will keep you forever and that you will have lots and lots of babies because not only will you be improving the pedigrees at Herron Hill, you will be improving goat lineage for the entire species of caprines.
Chin up, Pebbles!
That was very funny. My wee goat, Fezzik, who is in the house for special treatment (not unlike Pebbles treatment) was mildly eating his grain when I played the video and he heard Pebbles. He instantly dashed over to the computer to stare at me with great wonder. I can only imagine what she said...
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