My Pricilla is getting old.
She is such a sweet goat and I worry about her. She is very arthritic in one front leg and she is moving very slowly. Her hips also bother her. She still has a spark in her eyes though, especially when I have a piece of apple in my hand. She is 18 years old.
A couple of years ago I bought her a coat. I had it custom made because of her size; she didn’t fit any standard dog sizes and obviously she is a little plump in the middle. I was concerned that she wasn’t keeping warm enough when our temperatures dropped below 10° and especially below 0°.
When her coat finally arrived I put it on her and I thought she looked so cute! It was like a raincoat material on the outside and fleece lined. I was so happy. Pricilla would be warm.
Pricilla, on the other hoof, was not so happy. She hated her coat. She ran from her custom made goature as I called it any time I brought it out. Even if she was shivering. Silly girl.
On the first night I put it on her I figured she’d be nice and toasty warm. I went in the next morning and she had somehow taken it off and I found it buried in the hay. Now it has two velcro straps and she has to step into it for her back legs. She is one clever goat.
This year I brought it out when our temps were dropping below 10°. I hoped she would appreciate it better since she was a little bit older. I am a silly goatherd.
This year I found her without her coat. Again.
She was standing on it.
She had also pooped on it.
I guess she has let me know exactly how she feels about her coat.