Day One - First Day Home Picking them up…
This day was filled with dreams, high hopes and a little bit of anxiety. It didn’t go at all as planned.
First of all, we didn’t get their house completed, but thought we would have time after we got them. When we got there; we got instructions on how to trim their hooves.
Ginny went first. They haven’t been handled a whole lot, so the screaming commenced. Boy can they scream, and that is before the cutting began.
When it was Neville’s turn his hooves got cut too low and blood sprayed everywhere. I almost lost it. I was five feet away and wound up with some on my arm. I had to walk away. I almost decided I couldn’t be a goat owner if this was part of it. I couldn’t do THAT.
Hermione’s, seemed to have gone better, but she had a sore on her belly where it looked like someone tried to nurse on her. They handed her to me and told me to hold on while they got the balm.
They mayhem ensued. She screamed, bucked and pulled. I tried to calm her. I tried to hold her. I tried reassure her. She wasn’t going to have any of that. She decided I was the enemy and she hated me. She screamed like a little child screaming “Stranger Danger”, and she wouldn’t stop. I almost started crying.
By the time I got into the truck to leave, I was trembling. Certain we had made a terrible mistake.
On the trip home we saw Hermione poke her head up a couple of times, and had no trouble getting them into the their new enclosure. However, they wouldn’t come near us. Where ever we were, they were at the other end. My heart broke.
We worked on their roof, but then realized we had the wrong screws. We decided to put up some tarps for the night and go shopping and continue in the morning. So at least they could be out of the rain.
Out of stubbornness or stupidity they didn’t go in their house that night but hid behind it instead.
One shining glimmer of hope. I did go out and check on them. I called out and Ginny bleated at me. So there is that…
This day was filled with dreams, high hopes and a little bit of anxiety. It didn’t go at all as planned.
First of all, we didn’t get their house completed, but thought we would have time after we got them. When we got there; we got instructions on how to trim their hooves.
Ginny went first. They haven’t been handled a whole lot, so the screaming commenced. Boy can they scream, and that is before the cutting began.
When it was Neville’s turn his hooves got cut too low and blood sprayed everywhere. I almost lost it. I was five feet away and wound up with some on my arm. I had to walk away. I almost decided I couldn’t be a goat owner if this was part of it. I couldn’t do THAT.
Hermione’s, seemed to have gone better, but she had a sore on her belly where it looked like someone tried to nurse on her. They handed her to me and told me to hold on while they got the balm.
They mayhem ensued. She screamed, bucked and pulled. I tried to calm her. I tried to hold her. I tried reassure her. She wasn’t going to have any of that. She decided I was the enemy and she hated me. She screamed like a little child screaming “Stranger Danger”, and she wouldn’t stop. I almost started crying.
By the time I got into the truck to leave, I was trembling. Certain we had made a terrible mistake.
On the trip home we saw Hermione poke her head up a couple of times, and had no trouble getting them into the their new enclosure. However, they wouldn’t come near us. Where ever we were, they were at the other end. My heart broke.
We worked on their roof, but then realized we had the wrong screws. We decided to put up some tarps for the night and go shopping and continue in the morning. So at least they could be out of the rain.
Out of stubbornness or stupidity they didn’t go in their house that night but hid behind it instead.
One shining glimmer of hope. I did go out and check on them. I called out and Ginny bleated at me. So there is that…
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