I think something is wrong with my mom...her mind must be slipping or something because she keeps forgetting my bottle!
I diligently stand on my favorite stump and maaa as loud and long as I possibly can at the house to tell her she has forgotten to feed me my bottle but I guess she can't here me in there!
My Auntie Nibbles tells me I am on weaning and that The Mom will no longer be bringing me a nice, warm, milk filled bottle any more! I told Auntie Nibbles that weaning sounded like a horrible thing and I was far to cute for The Mom not to bring me a bottle and I might die of hunger! Auntie Nibbles assured me I would not die and that all goaties have to go through weaning...Well! I am not all goaties,I am the one and only Dolly Doodle for Pete's sake!
I mean eating hay and grain is OK to pass the time between bottles but who would want to do that all the time...not me I tell you!
When The Mom finally heard my weak cries of total starvation she came out to the goat pen...but she forgot my bottle again! I practically had to drag my poor, starving, wasted away to nothing, but still very cute mind you, goatie self over to her! I began frantically checking to see if she may have stuck my fix...er..umm...I mean bottle in her pocket and forgot...
I even checked her fingers! Hey...don't judge me! You don't know how horrible and desperate this weening can make a poor starving goatie! Besides... ..humans may just have milk in their fingers...how would I know I don't have fingers...
She just scratched me under my chin and told me I would have to learn to eat like a big goat if I was all that hungry!
Fine I will eat ...but I will be thinking of bottles the whole time I am gobbling down these yummy baby alfalfa pellets....
Any chance I might get a bottle to wash these down with?
