Me's a Ninja Goat

Me's learned Victoria's secret gets out place.

Me be's a ninja goat!

Me sneaks in the yard and munches.

Nobody can sees me as a ninja goat.

But me's ninja sneaky gots me in troubles.

Me's Myson!

Me's takin' over my goat maa, Millie's blog.  She's 'fusin' to blog until she gets green stuff, so me's goin' to blog.

I can do it cause, me 'manded treats!  (I did it, AB!  I did it!)

Look what the human did when me 'manded treats!  I sayed that fingers not treats!

Then, me gots grass.

Me's Millie birth maa goat wasn't happiest with me's treats.

Me gots seed dumb (that's not a nice name).

Me gots wormwood.

Me even gots to butt the Bob cat.  He hissed at me likes a goose.

There was a big greenerest jungle!

Me's eated from it, but was too scared to goes in.

It might eats me!  (Hee, hee!)

It was gooderest in the yard!

No Yard Goats!

That's what the human has said since I was a little kid. For the most part everyone follows that rule, mostly because there is a dog or two sitting on the other side. That big black-with-speckled-feet dog seems to just delight in running at us.

We are minding our own business, chewing our cud, and over he runs barking and growling. Oh, he is scary! Anyhow, most all of us are very good about that no yard goats rule. What could possibly have all those girls' attention?

Pistol and Vinnie. Dolly's girls have been trouble makers from the start. Look at that! They don't know there are big dogs. They don't care. Dolly tries to keep them under control. The whole time they were in there, she was yelling her blood-curdling-someone-is killing-me scream to try and get them back where they belong, but do they listen? No!

Oh that human better get the fence kid-proofed before my baby(ies) get here. Of course, mine will be much better behaved.