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Pretty Girl

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2


Mommy want a biscuit? Pretty girl. Of course I have biscuits for you, Clover! Look at all the other goats, how jealous they are. But these biscuits are just for you, Clover. You’re so special. Just think, we’ll be starting to milk soon and– Clover?

I bring the biscuits, I can take them away!!!


She doesn’t look cooperative, does she? I reached for her udder the other day, just to see what she’d do, and she kicked me so hard, she sent me flying over the chicken house. WOULD I EXAGGERATE?

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on September 2, 2010  

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  1. 9-2
    7:04
    am

    Something tells me you made need another goat to milk. Clover doesn’t seem to cooperative. Not that I blame her, I wouldn’t want my boobs being touched either. Sorry.

  2. 9-2
    7:10
    am

    Bahahaha! Of course you wouldn’t exaggerate! I totally believe a 2 foot goat could kick you over the chicken house!

    I so cannot wait to see a Clover milking demonstration!

  3. 9-2
    7:13
    am

    You do have everyone’s attention.

  4. 9-2
    8:09
    am

    Oh, she’ll come calling when those “boobs” are full and dragging on the ground and the babies are satisfied with milk….she’ll welcome the relief of a good milking……
    Or otherwise you will have to fashion her a good tight bra. that is when you climb back into the goat yard from the back side of the chicken house…LOL

  5. 9-2
    9:24
    am

    Too funny….not for you of course!!!

  6. 9-2
    10:05
    am

    Lave me alone (except for the cookies), woman. You have a cow now!!

  7. 9-2
    12:51
    pm

    Yeah as “EightPondFarm” said — and bring my babies some biscuits too next time and cookies…. and whatever else you have on hand woman.

  8. 9-2
    1:31
    pm

    Good Luck, Suzanne!

  9. 9-2
    2:43
    pm

    Clover says if you would have put some of that corn cob jelly on her biscuit she might not have kicked you over the chicken house.

  10. 12-3
    5:01
    pm

    poor you, Maybe your hands were toooooooooo COLD.

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