Me: "Hey Missy, it's time for dinner."
Missy: "It's about time... you're late!"
Me: "We already discussed this...when we turned the clocks back."
Missy: "What's for dinner, anyway?"
Me: "Goat feed... the good stuff. And stop making faces at me."
Missy: "Goat feed, again? Yuck!"
Me: "Well, what would you like for dinner, Missy?"
Me: "Ok, Missy.... just eat your pellets first."
It could have been worse...
coming from a pregnant goat.
Around the middle of January, she'll start begging for pickles and ice cream!