Jingle Bell in her jammies

Jingle Bell is a ding a ling. I tube fed her four times a day for two weeks before she learned to nurse her mother. She has never been right. Looks like I could have seen it from the beginning, so who's the ding a ling? Now, two years old and still tiny, she follows me around like a puppy. What can I do with her? She has the finest fleece I have ever seen on an angora goat. Hopefully I can make a couple of scarves from her hair to cover the cost of her upkeep and she can continue to jingle. She got sheared last week when it was in the seventies, then the temp dropped yesterday and she was shivering. She was smart enough to get behind the bales of straw and get out of the wind. I put Magi's old sweater on her and she is happy again.