Today I refused to drink my juice. Charlotte had to call her mum so she could come and make me drink it. Charlotte's mum meant serious business. I did not want to mess around with her! Bleugh! Half of it was on my chin. Charlotte said I looked so cute, but her 9-year-old sister started snickering because I had a goatee. Isn’t that normal for a goat? Charlotte’s 9-year-old sister was holding out a business card and said: “Take a business card, Bulldozer.” I bit the card and pulled it out of her hands. She squealed and laughed and pulled it out of my mouth. All I was thinking was: That was strange. Charlotte was standing in my way, so I put my head down so my horns were pointed at her and walked into Charlotte’s knees. She stumbled and quickly got out of my way. Haha! That’s what I call bulldozing someone! Charlotte, her 9-year-old sister and her mum were shoveling cow poo into bags. The bags were so interestingly shaped, I couldn’t help but investigate! I started to nibble the bag. I had already broken the strap before Charlotte noticed. She shouted something like: “Bulldozer! What are you doing??”. Charlotte’s toddler sister waddled up to me and took the strap from my mouth. “Nooo, Bulldozer. Don’t eat.” She said in her toddlery voice. After they shoveled poop, they filled up the cow’s water bowl. They let go of the hose and it wound back up. Hahaha! It was like a comedy show.... like..... like.... Benny Hill (if you haven’t seen it, you’re missing out)!
Peace out,
Bulldozer ✌️
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