Poor little beast, all those men with top hats hovering around him, it's a wonder he didn't faint much less see a shadow. Six more weeks of winter? That's a fait accompli here in NY. Billy Goat is dancing and prancing around the apartment. He relishes his bottle, smacking the nipple around, spraying milk all over my jeans before he finally latches on and drinks. I have to figure out how I'm going to begin moving him out to the barn. I'll miss his little kisses in the morning, but he has to learn how to be a goat...and a Billy Goat at that. Off to the salt mines...
Glad that Billy is doing so well. Interesting, your "seckret word " right now is "sneig" this translates as "snow" into Russian. Very appropriate.
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