This post is in remembrance of my beloved cat Puck. When I married and moved to Sweden, I had several cats. Two of them went to my daughter, Juliet and Pumpkin who are now living with us in Sweden . I had two other cats that found new homes. My new husband had fallen in love with Puck, so he was cat that made the trip with me to Sweden, along with my iguana, Little Lady.
It took a lot of paper work and communications with the Departments of Agriculture in both my home country and Sweden. Puck had to be up to date with all his shots and he had to have a clean bill of health for travel. We got all the necessary forms completed for both Puck and Little Lady. We understood and my then new husband arranged for Puck to be placed in a quarantine facility not far from our home in Sweden. It was, at that time a regulation to place all cats or dogs in a Swedish quarantine for 4 months to ensure they were not infected with rabies. This was regardless of all the health certificates that were required, prior to entry into Sweden. Sweden has absolutely no rabies in the country.
Both Puck and Little Lady made the trip to Sweden very well. Here is a photo essay of Puck’s life in Sweden :
This is my poor little fellow sitting in "kitty jail"
Puck was kept in a room all by himself which must have been really hard for a cat that came from a house with 5 other cats. I couldn’t decide if I should go and see him. See, I thought if I went, even one time, he might spend his days looking for me. I had a real hard time deciding whether I should go or not. I finally couldn’t take not seeing him any longer so I went in January . Mind you , I went with a support system in tow. My daughter was home for the holidays and of course my husband was with me. We were taken to a “visiting room” while they went to get my little Puck. As we stood there in silence, it almost felt like one would imagine a visit to a prison to visit a loved one. It was a terrible experience. They brought my little fellow in and he was put on the floor. He was so scared that he ran and hid. I started to cry and my daughter just called him an idiot, as she always did. I sat on the floor and started to speak to him. I spoke to him for a while and soon he realized we were not strangers but his family. He eventually came out and we were able to hold him and lavish him with kisses. We had 15 minutes with our cat and then suddenly the visit was over. I hated to walk away and leave him there. It was the longest drive home , ever.
Puck came home to us March!!!
My husband made a special trip to our local fish monger to buy him a herring for his homecoming!
Puck in his new home. Still a bit afraid he stayed behind the sofa for a bit.
After being carried upstairs, Puck makes his way slowly down passing the ramp for Little Lady to be able to go up and down the stairs
Puck in the window in his new house Gullringstorp
Puck resting at the summer house
Puck at the summer house
Puck enjoying the deck at the summer house
Puck was in heaven relaxing on the deck
Puck sits cozy on a blanket at the summer house
Puck settled in very well, enjoyed being at the summer house and really enjoyed all the windows at Gullringstorp. He enjoyed all the wildlife outside and soon found a new friend. It took him some time to accept Tasha but he finally did.
Puck finally accepted baby Tasha
Puck really began to love Tasha
Puck and Tasha were often seen snuggeling
Tasha really enjoyed Puck's "mothering"
Puck learned to love fish; not herring but cod was his diet while he lived in Sweden. This helped o give his black coat a real nice glossy sheen
What a handsome fellow my little Puck was
More kitty love
As Tasha grew, so did their friendship
A nice rest in an upstairs window
These two pals even share the kitty bed
Puck relaxing on the upstairs landing
Our two pals loved relaxing in the summer sun in the Green Room
In the Green Room
How cozy is this ?
Two pals asleep on our bed
- Another great place to relax, on the couch in the kitchen
Puck enjoying the view
We really miss Puck here at Gullringstorp. It’s a toss up between Tasha and myself when it comes to missing our little fellow Puck. Tasha cried every night since Pucks death. It was the most mournful cry I have ever heard. This is when we decided she was not only ready for a new kitty pal, but she really needed one. that’s when we started our search and Pip found us. Tasha is really happy now that she has Pip to play with and share kitty love.
Goodbye Puck, we love you and miss you !
This post is dedicated to our little dog Max.
Max is a Brussels Griffon, also known as Griffon Bruxellois or even Griffon Belge. This breed has its origins in Belgium and is a breed developed by combining 3 other breeds of dog. This breed is a cross between a Pug, King Charles Spaniel and Affenpinscher. They are small dogs, not so tiny to fit in a handbag but they are considered a sturdy toy breed. They have a noticeable undershot jaw, short nose and piercing lustrous eyes. They have a pout that gives them an almost human expression. These dogs are so very friendly, enjoy lots of snuggle time and are one of the most emotionally sensitive dogs you can find.
Our little Max is so happy when we go out that people who would ordinarily never stop to speak find themselves stopping dead in their tracks and actually getting down on their knees to meet our Max. His cheery disposition has brought many smiles to people who meet him, here in Sweden. It is a wonderful thing to witness. I love to see the effect he has on people; women, men and children alike. Be brings joy where ever he goes. He certainly makes me very happy and I just have to laugh at his cute little body and antics.
Welcome to Gullringstorp little Max
Little Max had no idea what a fun and exciting life was waiting for him at Gullringstorp
Little Max on his pillow and blanket in the kitchen
Little Max giving his new daddy a kiss. This is the only dog my husband has ever had.
Little Max in the kitchen with Puck. Puck never did warm up to Max even though Max really wanted to be friends with him
Little Max trying to win over Tasha, who was still not quite sure about this"little dog"
After so much play and trying to make friends, Little Max has worn himself out
Winter has arrived in Sweden and with it came sweaters!
Little Max looking cute in his cute sweater
Max playing in front of the fire-place
Little Max has found Tasha's secret spot on the craft table, by the window( with my help) He is fascinated by Tasha's tail!
Little Max really wants to be friends but Tasha is not so sure yet
There might be hope yet, Max is on Tasha's favorite windowsill and she doesn't seem to mind
One of the safest, coziest and most fun places for Little Max to play is mommy's bed. Here Little Max with Larry Lobster his first baby toy
Little Max enjoying the bed
Tired little fellow
What a big bed for such a tiny fellow like Max
Who can resist that little face? I certainly can't !
Sometimes when puppies have upset tummies, here in Sweden we give them a bit of A-Fil which is a yoghurt with the right amount of bacteria for the tummy
Looks like someone needs a bit of a clean-up! No matter, the A-Fil will do the job and looks like it was enjoyed by Max. What more could you ask for?
With his kind of new friend close by, little Max attempts the stairs. There are so many and he is so tiny.
About 5 stairs up and that's as far as one little fellow can go. Now he can't go up and he can't get down. What's a tiny fellow to do? Mommy to the rescue!.
After a week of attempts, a triumphant little Max sits at the very top of the stairs looking down. there's no stopping him now; he had the downstairs and now the upstairs to explore and have fun.
Here in the sunshine, we can see the beginning of little Max's habit of letting his chew bone just sit in his mouth as he looks around. This is when I started to refer to him as Winston. He still walks around or just sits with a bone hanging from his lips as if it were a cigar.
Little Max out enjoying some sunshine
Max loves t o play frisbee
Good catch Max!
Max and his frisbee
Taking a rest with his frisbee
Max gets a cool bath to play in after running and chasing the frisbee
We put some play things in the tub to tempt Max. He was curious.
Ahhhhh, that feels good!
Max is ready to get out after his fun in the pool. These little dogs can overheat so a pool was important. This pool was my husband's baby bath, many years ago.
Max checking out Tasha's "cool neck wrap". Tasha had some trouble with the heat so we are keeping her safe and cool with this necklace that we place in the freezer for awhile.
Max with his protection collar after his neutering. Where else to rest but mommy's soft comfy bed
Tasha never had kittens but she is such a mommy. She stays close to little Max during his recuperation.
Little Max finds comfort leaning against his favorite toy, (still today, 2 years later) duckie.
Little Max is all better and ready to enjoy the winter snow
Oh what fun a little fellow in a warm sweater can have in the snow at Gullringstorp!
Well, this has been just a taste of Max’s childhood. As with all my pets, and my Pet of the Day posts, there is so much more to see. You are most welcome back for more on Max at a later date.
Today’s Pet of the Day is our one and only dear Tasha Baby! Tasha Baby was born in the laundry room of our nearest neighbor, to a lovely gentle mother named Lisa. Tasha has taken from her mother all of her most lovely qualities. She is soft, gentle, warm, curious, motherly and most of all loving.
Here is our Tasha Baby beginning from the very first day we saw her:
Tasha as a baby kitten with mommy Lisa and her litter mates
My husband helps Tasha Baby stand and walk a bit in her first home, the laundry room.
Tasha Baby tries to get around on new,wobbly legs
Tasha Baby is now ours and she seems happy leaning on my husband
What a tiny sweetie she was as a kitten
Hej, our sweet Tasha Baby
There's plenty of room for our tiny Tasha Baby on our window shelves
Tasha Baby with a Christmas ribbon
Tasha Baby enjoys her ribbon
Tasha Baby looks even smaller on our large couch
Oh, this is a comfy couch!
Tasha Baby cozy in her blanket, on a cold winter's day
This is Tasha Baby's basket where she sleeps and relaxes in while traveling in our car
Tasha Baby looks so tiny in her basket
Tasha with her new friend, Little Lady our iguana
Tasha Baby relaxes in Little lady's house
When Little Lady is the most happy, she always closes her eyes. She is happy with her new friend Tasha Baby.
Two happy pals !
A gentle kiss for Little Lady
I never knew that cats had eyebrows. Tasha baby does and this makes her face very expressive.
Just taking it easy !
Here begins her fascination with water. Here Tasha is enjoying the kitchen sink.
Tasha Baby loves to put her head under the running water
Her she is with her head wet from the dripping warm water
Relaxing on her sink
This kitty certainly loves water!
All cats love to play hide and seek. Tasha loves to hide in the duvet on the bed.
Peek - a- Boo kitty !!!
A well hidden Tasha Baby on the shoe rack and under a winter jacket.
Tasha Baby, under the shoe rack
Tasha enjoying the window
Tasha watching the happenings out her window
Tasha's litter mates still live next door and come to visit at the library window.
Tasha is able to sniff and get a bit close to her sibling, through the open window
Tasha's fascination with water takes her to our bathtub
Bath tub kitty
Tasha is like Pip, she loves water and the bath tub
Kitty in a dryer !
Tasha looks right at home in her dryer. Maybe she loves it in the dryer because she was born in a laundry room!
I hope you have enjoyed the Pet of the Day. Please come again for more special posts on Tasha. There is much more to see.
Today we are not about goats. For those of you who follow my blog, I did promise a while back, to do a full post on each of my other animals at Gullringstorp.
The Pet of the Day is PIP!!
This is the little bag that our new kitty jumped into. He decided we were his new family. Pip arriving home!
He quickly found one of the many play houses we have for the cats and our little dog Max.
Pip as a baby! He was the perfect Christmas gift for the whole family!
Pip found a nice warm place to snuggle up in, mommy's robe.
"How nice, mommy brought me breakfast in bed!" Pip enjoys a taste of my milk while Max stays close.
Rest time, again, with pal Max.
Time to meet that green thing in the living room, Little Lady our iguana.
What a sleepy head!
Pip's first Christmas
Christmas ivy and a bow, what fun!
Too much holiday fun makes Pip a sleepy kitty.
Christmas morning arrived and Pip was all rested. Tasha and Pip had fun playing in the wrapping paper.
Pip gets lots of Christmas hugs and love on Christmas morning
Pip and Tasha in their Christmas bows
A sleepy Pip after late New Year's Eve celebrations
Pip sure knows how to find cozy places foe a nap. Here he decided the doll's basket would do jut fine.
Pip loves to live dangerously, dangling over the stairs.
We soon discovered that Pip was a sink baby!
Pip decided to run away with my dish cloth
We soon learned that not only did Pip love the sink, but he loved to play in the water. So he got his own bowl of water to play in, in the sink.
Our little water-loving Pip sits in a bucket of water while I clean fish tanks.
Pip came into my showers so often, I decided to run him a warm bath to play in.
Pip in his bath with his pink rubber duckie.
Pip and his pink rubber duckie.
Pip just keeps us all so happy and laughing all the time. This little boy is just so comical that I could not possible do just one post on him. Welcome back for more adventures with Pip!