This is Bear or Mama as we call her. She turned up at the house we used to have. Turned up out of nowhere, covered in dreadlocks and freiendly as can be. I decided to feed her to see if she would come back. Come back you say, She never left but she did bring another dog back with her 1 day who we later found out was Bears son, Buddy. They used to belong to a woman who lived not far round the cove from us, she was a carer for somebody and when the lady she was caring for died, she moved back to where she was from....and left the dogs! Bear & Buddy became part of the family and Buddy went missing, never to return. When we moved here, Mama was already settled into home living instead of outdoor living, never messed on the floor, is quiet, just does her thing and is our old lady. We took her in to get spayed but was told she is already done and has a scar and a X tattoo to prove it. We got told she was 6 years old, that was 8 years ago. She sure doesnt act like a 14 year old so we have no idea how old she is but we do know for a fact she is ours.
Then came EMMA!!!
I had just been paid off from my job and needed another dog like I need a hole in the head. A guy I worked with had just had a baby and went and got a puppy. It worked for all of a few weeks, then it got to much for them so he called me. I didnt say anything to Boyd, went and had a look, just a look!! I couldnt leave this poor thing there another minute. She had been sold at 5 weeks old and was now 8 weeks old weighing in at 3.3LBs. I scooped her up and off to the vets I went with the money from my newly cashed 1st unemployment cheque. My FREE dog turned out not to be free after all. She was worm ridden, malnurished, vitamin deficient, dehydrated, you name is she had it wrong with her. Emma went to the vets every week of her young life untill she was 3 months old. She was allergic to grass, to bee stings, food went thru her like a dose of salts, so it was test after test, bill after bill untill we had a healthy puppy who was now to heavy for her size and age! You just cant win with some! Emma is my problem child, she brings in freshly dropped pine comes, chews them up, moves, chews them up a bit more then goes and gets another. I have been thru god knows how many pairs of Crocs, shoes, socks, bras, t shirts, sweaters, packets of smokes, you name it, she has chewed it.
Then we got Locksley. We went to the Jockey Lot (car boot sale for you British folks). My Birthday was just a few days away, guess what Boyd bought me.
Meet Chaz. Chaz and his brother came to live with me after his mom Muley had a hard time feeding them. Mary asked if I wanted 2 baby goats, but I would have to bottle raise them. I jumped on it. I was going to take 1 and a neighbour said she would take another. Fine with me, and every day, 3 times a day I would go down and feed my baby goat Polo. Polo was a sickly kid but I stuck by him when he got bloat, took him the vets when he got a hernia, then back to the vets when the hernia came back. My poor baby goat died at the vets, I brought him home and buried him out in the yard. Chaz was ment to go to his new home but she changed her mind so I kept Chaz, along with Tilly and FeeBee who I got at the same time as Chaz. Chaz has turned into a big sucker who will knock you off your feet given every chance. He hates my husband and will go after him, hooking him in the privates if he gets to close. My hubby used to go in and feed them untill 1 day Chaz got him good, now he wont even go near him and says, That goat hates me, he gets me every time I go in there!!! heheheheh. Chaz is his mamas boy and does not like anyone to come near me.
Well thats all for today, I will do another blog another day with some more of my kidimals. There are lots more..LOTS MORE!!!