As an animal lover, I just had to share this with you.
We have a Rosie here at Gullringstorp. She is a goat, but this is about another Rosie,she is not a goat.
Rosie is a tiny Chihuahua that was born in a puppy mill or hoarder’s home in Southern California. She managed to survive the terrible conditions in which she was living but has a lifetime of congenital health issues to deal with.
In spite of all of this,, little Rosie who have a new forever home in California, is thriving and happy. She gets all the best care possible to give her a new lease on life.
When you watch this video of little Rosie, don’t cry for her because she is one of the lucky ones. She has survived and is living a life full of love. Do cry for all the little “Rosies” that have yet to be discovered and rescued.
You can read all about Rosie here: http://www.everythingrosie.com
After being sick for so long, many of my daily chores here at Gullringstorp have been passed on to my husband. I have been taking care of all the animals in the house and small tasks. I am happy to know that the goats have been so well taken care of by my husband, in my absence.
Last night I struggled with the fact that my pregnant ladies should have already started their Milk Stand training. I could not decide if I should start this morning or wait till Monday . Well I decided that this would be the morning I would start.
We bred 5 does but I have a big question mark over one young lady, Peanut. shortly after she was bred, I did witness what I thought was a heat. We just need to keep an eye on her. I think I may start her on the stand as well.
My first doe was Pumpkin. She was not so happy , but I expected that. She is a strong goat and it took both of us to get her up on the stand.
My next twi does are Pansy and Poppy. These are Frieda’s last babies born here at Gullringstorp. Their mother Frida passed away just about a year ago. I still miss her terribly but thankfully, I have 4 of her children and one granddaughter. I see her in all of them.
Here is the last doe of the morning, Iris. She gave us the most trouble. She was not having it! She refused to walk up the ramp and when she did move up, it was inch by inch. Iris is a Pygmy goat and is quite a bit smaller than my Nigerians Dwarf goats.
Overall, the first experience for my does was pretty good. They will soon come to learn that the Milk Stand will be the only place to get their breakfast and dinner. The process works. I have several does who have been through the Milk Stand training and are very comfortable on the stand. It takes time and patience and lots of love. You can never just yank and pull a doe up on a stand. You must take as long as she needs to walk that ramp and then to actually place her head in to be locked in. It takes time. This is nothing to be rushed.
My does will not be milked for some time, but when the time is right, they will be ready. As with my other does, these new mothers-to-be will have their babies with them when they are on the Milk Stand. This way they will help with any possible separation issues that may come up. It’s always fun for the babies to run and play and get used to the ramp and stand.
Oh I love being back with my goats. I have missed them terribly. It’s like being away from your young children. So much happens and you miss so much. I know they are my goats and not my children, but in a sense they are and I am the goat mommy. This has to be the relationship when you own goats. they need all that you can give them, not just hay, straw, grain and water. They need and require your love and attention, individually.
It has been about 3 years since my daughter’s cats came to live with us here in Sweden. We have Juliet a beautiful Black and White and tiny Pumpkin a Tabby who at 14 years old, and looks exactly the way she looked when I discovered her at the shelter, so many years ago.
It has taken Juliet and Pumpkin some time to settle into the routine here at Gullringstorp. Not only did they have the size of Gullringstorp to get accustomed to, but other animals here in the house as well. They both remembered Little Lady from when they used to live with me years before, so that was no problem. They had two new cats to get to know and like or dislike. After a couple of years, they are coexisting just fine. There are a few flare ups every now and again, but that’s to be expected, especially when you have 3 ladies. The biggest adjustment was not the cats or all the stairs and rooms to get lost in or even the diet of fresh fish; it was Max our dog. Juliet had never lived with a dog in her life and Pumpkin had but so many years ago. Juliet took time to get used to our gregarious Brussels Griffon, which is quite normal. What is not normal is the way Pumpkin our 14-year-old took immediately to Max. It was as if they had been separated at birth. There was an immediate connection and they are now best buddies and have fallen in love.
Here are the two buddies or should I say love birds relaxing in the kitchen:
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’
He smiled As he patted my hand and said,‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I saw this on someone’s blog and was so touched. I contacted the writer on that blog to ask permission to repost this post and got a positive response. I just wanted to share this short but very beautiful story with you. We should all be so lucky to be loved like this woman.
Thank you Camila!