When Lady Wynonna dressed for breakfast on Sunday, many of you asked, "How'd she do that?"
Beats the hell out of me. All I know is that her pig palace is furnished with a blanket and a ski parka.
She decides how to arrange things and what to wear when.
Here is another example of her porcine ingenuity that occurred on another day last week.
It was a very cold and snowy morning. I went outside to make sure everybody was okay
and realized immediately that there was a problem.
Wynonna's door and the chickens' door should never be open at the same time.
The chickens love their breakfast bacon and will peck mercilessly at Wynonna's skin if given the opportunity.
In my early morning haste, I had done just that. Bad mom.
I went into Lady Wy's stall, expecting to find a bloody mess.
When I opened the lid on the pig palace, I was pleasantly surprised to find her highness snug as a pig in a blanket,
with her robe neatly folded at the foot of her bed. Or at least I thought she was under her blanket.
She had tucked herself in so tight it was kind of hard to tell.
Roll your mouse between the margin and the photo above if you need help visualizing.
I pulled back the corner of her blanket to confirm she was there...although the snoring was pretty much a giveaway.
Then I tucked her back in and closed the lid. I don't know if she was protecting herself from the cold or the chickens,
but she managed to do both. For that, she deserves all the royal accolades she can get.