meanwhile, back on the ranch

my poor glory-chan, she's gone and cracked her horn clear through, bad news; if she breaks it entirely off, she will probably bleed to death. my poor goatling girl. i do love the horrid little evil white blessed being that is my oldest and dearest pet. (heh, she rather owns me, she has but to eye me with a rumative -pardon the small farming pun- eye and i jump to her biding, are all people controlled so by their pets? ) the old gil is nearly 15, i mean seriously, that's like, 93 in eople years, so she's losingher sight, teeth and hearing, buther temper is still the same, the mini-bint bit me twice today when i was holding her... we're going to have to cement it in place so she doesn't knock it off... *sigh* hope for the best, cause she hates my mother with a fanatical passion and mum is the at home vet...