At first, Merle was quiet and affectionate and calm. However, twenty-four hours later, the barnyard turned into a high school classroom. Merle strutted around his section of the pasture, peeing on his beard and into his mouth, curling his lips, and making loud, gurgling sounds. He was a baboon—a goofy, goat baboon. And though he could not possibly have looked more ridiculous, the girls thought he was hotter than hot, a sexy, sweating, stinking football team captain.
