I AM NOT A CARRIAGE GOAT!!!!

This is a pic of a goat driving a cart. (Pure torture!) They did this mainly because most children (like the ones in this pic) couldn't handle a large horse. Goats were kept as pets, and often supplied milk  for the family. They were at immediate disposal. They were cheap and didn't eat much. Children would hook up the goat and ride in the cart while the goat pulled.  Maybe that was cool in the old days, but we're all modern in here. (Look at me, I'm a goat with a blog!) Well anyhow I went out for a walk, with my owner. She put on a harness, and a pair of reins and giddya! She made me pull! Ow Ow OW OW OW OWWWWW! Well its all over now, hopefully. Well goodbye and goodnight. ( I'm so sore...)

NOOOOO! DON'T GO!!!!!!

I better describe me, my foster sis, and bro, and the rest of my peeps. First, is Me. Like I said, my name is Vanilla Bean, and I'm the brains of this operation. I wish my camera was working, so you could see us, but it isn't. I have a tan head, with sort of white mixed in with it. My owner calls me Houdini, along with Vanilla Bean. (See Post 1.) I am a twin but unfortunately, he died when we were born. My moms name is Snow White, and she is completely white. My foster sis, is  named Sundae. Chocolate Sundae is her real name. She has a brown head, and white body, like one of those Hot Fudge Sundaes you get from McDonald's. She had a twin too, but he died when they where born. Her mom is a black and white goat named, Oreo. She has black for her head white for half her body, and black fills in the rest. My foster bro, Mischief.  He is a twin too. Unlike me, his sis died premature. He is a light brown headed goat, and he looks just like his mom. By the way, his mom's name is Moonlight. Curious and Deluxe. Hard to describe, those two. their both twins. Curious is tan, and deluxe is dark brown. Don't ask me anything else. Their the seclusive ones of the group. Now on with the NOOOOO! DON'T GO! part of this post.      



Do you ever feel like that? I do. Right now. So I woke up this morning, early, might I add. (It was raining.) Hoping for a WONDERFUL, SPECTACULAR, day. But, everyone had a hard time giving me that. I was fed late, and worse, before feeding, my owner comes in, and takes Sundae, Curious, and Deluxe. I thought, "Oh, she's taking them for a walk, then slowly, I hear the faint calls of  "Help! Help!" "Where are you?" I ask. "In the breeding pen, help help!" Little could I do, with the padlock on the door. I WILL FIND A WAY TO HELP MY FRIENDS! THIS GOAT WILL NOT BE DETERRED! 



WHY?

what do you do, when NOBODY appreciates your TRUE talent? Well I have been feeling VERY neglect these past few days, especially when you have Just learned and AMAZING new trick and guess what? They shut you down. Yeah for like several days, I messed around with the lock on our gate. Of course, my foster brother told me, "Give it up man." But you do not get me to give up! Of course Sundae, my little foster sis, told me to, "Go for it!" But of course, I figure she just wanted to be with her owner, Holden. She like absolutely ADORES him. But when I finally figured it out, I thought, "Well won't my owner want to see what a smart goat I am? I'll just give her a front row seat performance."  So that night, at feeding time, I waited by the gate. "Here she comes," I thought, "Ready, Set, Go, I mean, Open!" The door swung wide, letting me, and all my friends, and foster siblings out. But as I studied her face, waiting for her proud expression, and all I got, was anger. Her face turned red, and suddenly I knew, it was time to run. "Why's she mad bro?" I asked. "Because," Mischief answered, "Now she's got to get us ALL back in." And then, once we were all in, (pure torture!)  she put a pad lock on it! What do I do, I mean she doesn't appreciate it! Help Help Help!