This morning Boo got something special. At least the goatmother told us it was special. It was something called a 'vaccination'. She said my time is coming. I am not sure I am excited about this prospect, although it didn't look too bad. I think I much prefer peanuts, though.
We also practiced, again, for 'Dancing With the Stars'. This time, however, I added a graceful leap into the routine. The goatmother was literally hanging on for dear life. I don't think she is a very talented dancer. Clumsy really. To her credit, however, she didn't let go. I think I may have to look for a new partner. I suppose you can't expect too much from someone with only two legs.