My name is Beatrix Potter McQuilling, and I am in charge of keeping everyone safe at Dancing Dog Dairy. Lately, I haven't been feeling very well, so I had to draft some locals to help out.
My owners finally caught on, and decided my ailment was due to stress overload. They decided to give me a vacation. The first destination was a tiled room with odd porcelain sculptures. I was given no food or water after midnight.
The next day I was dragged into an old pick-up truck, and driven to the next stop on our itinerary. This hotel was crowded with humans and a wide variety of animals. I was taken into the back, weighed and given a shot. suddenly, the room got darker, and I began to feel very tired.
I had a dream that cousin Jonathan was talking to my owners, but I could not understand everything they were saying. Apparently my tongue was dragging on the floor and my eyes had rolled back in my head. When I awoke, I was being carried back to the tiled hotel where I spent three tortuously boring days.
Fortunately, my vacation ended today. My first duty was to check the water supplies for poison.
Next I had to help Madeleine feed the baby goat
and calf.
Poor humans. They mean well, but they just don't know how to have real fun. Next year, I'd just as soon stay home!
His mother is Olivia's Grand Champion Nubian yearling, and his father is my Nigerian Dwarf buck, Captain Bartholomew. Louisa named this new little guy Soapy Joe. Notice his airplane ears. he can actually hold one ear out and the other straight up in the air. How is that for muscle control?
Our Great Pyrenees, Bea introduced herself to the newcomer.
Louisa finally woke up and got a chance to greet Mrs. Ginger.
She liked her food.... particularly rolling around in it.
I got a couple of cats,
and a few more dogs,
Soon we had more animals than could be legally housed on a suburban lot. There was only one thing to do. We had to move to a farm. As soon as the new house was unpacked, my parents bought me a couple of Nigerian Dwarf goats. 
My mom had to have her own goat and, of course, we needed a Great Pyrenees to guard over them all.
We bought chickens and turkeys.
I got Tino, a retired Thoroughbred race horse.
Now, that our little farm is complete, we are beginning the process to become licensed to sell raw milk, and cheese. If you are interested in becoming a customer, you can contact me at admin@dancingdogdairy.com or see our website www.dancingdogdairy.com.
