This morning, the human gave me her cafe mocha mug so I could lick the inside.

Instead, I ate the mug.

Well, tried to, anyway. As soon as she heard crunching she grabbed the mug away from me and wouldn't let me finish it.

She said that I am not a dog.

I am a goat.

Whatever. The mug was crunchy and tasted great.

I think I ate too much snow today.

And something has upset my stomach.

As a result, I'm spending this Friday evening whining a lot, locked in indecision between having to poo and/or having to pee.

On my last trip to the back yard, I settled on barking, since I couldn't decide otherwise.