Keeping Track of Me

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Maia likes to keep track of me. Sometimes she gets distracted while eating my flowers. Then she runs around the house crying until she finds me.
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Lately, at the studio. And then she begs to come in.
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But I don’t think the health department inspector would approve!


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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 2, 2013  

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  1. 7-2
    5:10
    pm

    GPS = goat positioning sensor

  2. 7-2
    7:22
    pm

    hahaha Maia needs a man to keep her busy. My daughter wants to make her a crown so she can stalk you in style.

  3. 7-2
    7:32
    pm

    She thinks you’re her momma.

  4. 7-2
    11:24
    pm

    Good Lord. How do you say no?

  5. 7-3
    8:01
    am

    Its cute how she follows you around like a dog. That is a pretty smart little goat to do that. And how can you resist that face. Cuteness all the time. lol.

  6. 7-3
    10:42
    am

    Bonita is right! Besides, you know WE won’t tell on you if you slip up for a while…

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