Ladies and gents, this is a goat.
No--really--it is. The whole family went to a farm yesterday!
Dad took this closeup of my new friend, Goatsworth.
It took Goatsworth a second or two to get used to me, but then we were fast friends.
Dad says it's because I had an unlimited supply of corn.
I played peek-a-boo with Goatsworth II.
I see you!
AUGH! Goat kiss!
I think I'll be a Goat Whisperer when I grow up.
OK, Goatsworth II, tell me about your childhood.
There were other great beasties at the farm too.
AUGH! Pony kisses!
There were also other fun non-beastie things to do.
For example ...
I AM IN A GIANT TIRE OF CORN RIGHT HERE!
I think Goatwsorth III knew about my connections in the corn industry.
You can see Goatsworth IV getting impatient over there.
Because I am an authentic square-state farm girl, I don't mind a little goat spit every so often.
Here you go, Goatsworth III--slime the other hand too, OK?
There's a lot to do on a farm. It's not all glamorous tasks like getting covered in goat spit.
What?
Oh yeah--they also have birthday parties at this farm. I crashed a couple of them. The more the merrier, right?
Happy birthday, um, Pam from Lakewood!
I have no idea what this is about.
My kid sister, Zoe (I prefer to call her Z-Baby) came along, but she slept the whole time. Dad is going to have her feed the goats when we come back.
I hope that's soon. I'm pretty attached to Goatsworth III.