My lady has been sick

Yes, it's true.  She has brontosaurus.  It's a thing that happens in your chest, so you cough all the time.  Maybe it's bronchosaurus.  Well anyway, she had it.  She still does.  It's dreadful.  She keeps having coughing fits, and she says it's hard to breathe.  Can you imagine?  I'm glad I'm a goat because I'm not susceptible to bronchosaurus, so she can't give it to me.  She still kisses me, even with this brontochestus thing going on.  I'm not sure if that's really very good, but she says I make her happy, so I guess I will let her kiss me anyway.  She's my mom, after all.  (Well, she's my adoptive mom, but she loves me like a real mom and that's all that matters).

Since she has been sick with the bronchiowhatsit all week, I have to do the blog again.  It's okay - I like doing the blog.  I know that all of you, my adoring fans, also like it when I do the blog.  Today, I am going to tell you about what I do in the barn.  I live in the barn, you know.  It's because the other goats don't like me.  Obviously it's because they know I'm clearly superior to them.  She has tried to put me in with them a whole bunch of times, but every time I either get out on my own, or she has to rescue me.  So, I live in the barn with the chickens.  It's more appropriate anyway, since I grew up in the proper house.  I still don't know why I can't just live in the proper house.  Sometimes my lady lets me in the house for treats.  I get special goat treats.  She says they are "dog treats" that are vegetarian ones with no meat - they are peanut butter and cinnamon flavour.  I like them very much, even though I am not a dog.

Anyway, here are some pictures of me demonstrating to you the good life that I have in the barn.  Here I am with one of my feathered friends.  We like to be in the hay mountain.

I know that you think I'm just standing on a hay bale, but really, I am waaaaay up high!

Did you think that I didn't go higher?  Well, you were wrong!!!

I am very good at climbing Hay Mountain.  When I get up there, I like to choose the best bits of hay.  It helps me grow my best coat.  My lady says that my pythona coat is coming in and it's really soft and silky.  Wait, is it pythona?  Maybe it's pythagorus?  Well it's because my Dad is an angora goat. Anyway, enough of that.

See, here I am about to take a leap to the next level of Hay Mountain.

Hey!  Don't look at my bum!  That's not at all polite!!  I am a very demure and dainty goat and nobody should look at my bum!  I can't believe my lady took a picture like this.

Here I'm showing you how to eat the tasty bits of hay from the best bale.

Sometimes you have to use your hoof to get out the best bits.  Like this....(don't mind the hens, they're just decorative).

Then you just eat the best bits once you have them fished out.

Any questions?  Let me know!  Otherwise, I'll just be eating hay and waiting for the brontosaurus to go away.    Send healthy vibes to my lady.  She sounds terrible.  Like her lungs might pop at any minute....