Over the Hill Again

The Goat took a long break after the marathon, if it can even be categorized as a break.  In additon to playing nurse maid to me after my deviated septum surgery, he also played Mr. Mom to six.  Add to that college scout, moving man, dog ambulance, cook, clean up specialist, dog burial survices, and puppy rescue services.

To say the least, over a month long marathon has been going on behind the scenes, and the Ironman is still on the menu.  It's a lot ot eat, even for the Goat.  Judging from the list above, goats eat everything, obviously.

Snow on Utah Hill wasn't enough to stop the Goat from going over the hill again.  He beat me to Mesquite by about three hours and waited it out in his road biker clothes, not usually seen in those parts of the country.  I told him it could be dangerous.  :)  Of course, my best friend heard of a lone biker spotted within the city limits and wondered if it was the Goat.

I picked him up, and we took porta-puppy, the only surviving Bulldog, in his Paris Hilton puppy bag to dinner with us.  The Goat was hungry after a 50+ ride in the cold.  Feliz Navidad, Bahhhhh.  :)