A friend visited today with her new Jack Russell puppy named Jack.
Gwennie loved it! New toy!
Then she tried to play with it and her paw is as big as its head, so that wasn’t a good idea. I think she wants me to get her one! Because I need another dog! (NO.)
This weekend, I had a date. As my date pulled up in my driveway and I went out to meet him, I heard crying coming from the goat house. This was after a couple of cancelled dates last week due to baby issues. If you’re gonna date a farmer, you better give up and go to their house.
Anyway. By the time we arrived at the goat house, Chloe was helping clean up her latest baby!
Luckily, unlike Sprite, Fanta actually wanted her baby, so I tucked the two of them in a stall in the barn (to Chloe’s disappointment).
She just had the one, and it’s a girl, too. I decided to bring Maia out to the barn.
My Precious:
She’ll have fun in the barn now that she has a playmate. Fanta won’t let her nurse on her, but I bring Maia the bottle every few hours and she comes running to me.
Next up: Nutmeg! Waiting! I know, I’ll plan a date.
That’ll schedule a delivery!
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