Well.... they tell me the fair is around the corner, and that I have to look pretty! I don't understand what is wrong with a little mud, but these people are picky! Seriously picky! First the weight - now the skin.... what next? My hair?
This place that we live in is pretty warm most of the time, but whenever Farmer Boy comes out with the green thing that spews water... it gets cold!!
See - it was even raining.... Farmer Boy and his dad started washing me, and it was cold and I squealed... and the Mom - she brought me food. Food makes everything better.....
Farmer boy had a friend come over with a noisy thing and he started towards me with it - I squealed - Mom brought more food. I think! I have the Mom trained ... I squealed - and she put more food in front of me. I wish I had learned this earlier!!
Farmer Boy worked on me too. Once I got used to the noise - it wasn't so bothersome. It was actually like getting a massage....
See how pretty and white I am - who knew there was such beauty under the mud? I think I look pretty good!
After all that hard work of standing there and eating - I needed a rest.... so I laid down while Mom made my bed. She put new shavings in the front half of the trailer. As soon as they let me go in there I LOVED it!!!