Front Porch Indiana: Passing the Sniff Test

Friday, April 9, 2010

Passing the Sniff Test

"Sniff, sniff, sniff."

"She doesn't have any treats again."

"Look here, lady. At our last gig, there was a little boy. He brought us treats all the time. Either bring us treats or bring us that little boy. Don't make us call our union rep."

13 comments:

melanie said...: They've got your number...; April 9, 2010 at 8:39 AM
Patsy said...: They are just so cute.
Patsy; April 9, 2010 at 8:39 AM
Unknown said...: Demanding little buggers aren't they!; April 9, 2010 at 8:59 AM
PenelopeRose said...: They are adorable!; April 9, 2010 at 10:12 AM
Mom L said...: Boy, they're not shy!!; April 9, 2010 at 10:47 AM
Jan Marie said...: They are sooooo cute.; April 9, 2010 at 10:49 AM
Conny said...: Hee, hee - that's too funny. Now where did that little boy get to? Great pictures!; April 9, 2010 at 11:16 AM
Lori said...: Oh my goodness! Is he stepping on the back of another goat?! Too cute!!; April 9, 2010 at 1:20 PM
Sharon said...: What cuties! It does look like they're considering ganging up on you. Better watch them, or take them some treats!; April 9, 2010 at 3:21 PM
Jayne said...: Hilarious!; April 9, 2010 at 8:48 PM
thecrazysheeplady said...: Oh, that's just too cute. And standing on the other goat's back...priceless!; April 9, 2010 at 9:02 PM
Terri said...: Cuteness overload!!!!; April 10, 2010 at 11:02 AM
Sandy said...: So adorable!; April 10, 2010 at 2:02 PM

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