|I HAZ GOATZ!|
Maybe I ought to explain. My husband wanted goats for his wedding present (don't ask because I wouldn't be able to answer) and that was back in September. I told him he had to get their pen ready before we could bring them home. Well, school happened to the poor kid. And then he graduated and it was winter. Finally, winter was pretty much done, and there he was, fixing fencing and preparing for his kids.
|Maybe one needs to be named The Blur.|
|They were playing boss of the top of the step.|
|Attack the mom!|
|I stands on you. Because I iz Mr. Mayhem. The smallest of the tribe.|