I cannot believe what the publicist has me doing.
I just cannot!
She is working towards weaning the triplets.
So she has put them in a pen by themselves.
AND SHE HAS PUT IN THERE WITH THEM.
Can you believe such a thing?
I am not a babysittergoat!
I am an OLD, retired goat.
I deserve to have my quiet time to bask in the sun.
Instead I get this
THIS is not peace and quiet!
They JUMP on top of my goat house!
They LOUNGE on top of my goat house!
They DANCE on top of MY goat house!
What is an old goat to do?
They even dance in FRONT of my goat house!
The only time there is any peace at all is the 4.5 seconds that this occurs:
and then it all starts over again.
You might wonder where Rory the goat is in all of this. He is a good goat. He does not bother me.
I think it is only because he has not figured out hot to jump on my goat house!
I don't know about those other two.
They are going to be the death of me.