My 4 year old wether, Nubbins has been a houseguest in my house for over a month now.
He originally stayed with me at the end of November, for a week, when he went into kidney failure and I found him in the pasture unwilling to move. After 2 weeks at the vets’ office and 2 weeks at home – he went back out to keep Waffles and Persnickety company. After all, who keeps a goat in the house?
Fast forward to March – I went out to feed and water my loves and Nubbin’s eye looked like it had been struck with a bat. It was swollen, beyond red and oozing pus. I knew immediately what it was – conjunctivitis. Nonetheless, we hoisted him into the back of the Audi and travelled back to the vet – only to be told – what I already knew. It was conjunctivitis! Nubbins was going to be a house guest once again – how exciting. This time we were more prepared and set up the cage in the kitchen with wee wee pads, water, hay and a much needed broom. Nick and I went away for a week and were blessed to have an amazing pet sitter who minded him while we were gone. I was relieved though – because this time it was going to be easy. He clearly was going to be gong back out to pasture as soon as we got home! Nope. His eye looked worse when we returned than it did when we left. Another 3 weeks of medication and TLC finally cleared up his pink eye. I made up my mind – he was going back out the very next day. I even peered right into that nice clear eye and told him so myself. “You’re going out tomorrow and trust me you’ll like it”
But as everyone knows life has a way of not going as planned. Either that or I really have a goat that wants to stay inside and is manipulating me. Because – no sooner did I utter those words – then my boyfriend’s son, Noah, turned to me and said, “Why is Nubbins bleeding so much?”
I swear – I looked into the cage and there was blood all over his wee wee pads. Initially, I thought he may have cut himself, but the more I monitored him – the more I noticed it was only in his urine. Not one to take a chance and knowing his history with his kidneys – we loaded Nubbins up for a 3rd time and went back to the vet. He was prescribed more antibiotics and a daily dosage of vitamin C.
We are now going on just about 2 months straight and my once skittish wether – is a confident glorified house goat. He drinks from the dog bowls, head butts my beagle, begs for tickles when Nick and I are sitting on the couch and insists on getting brushed with the Furminator. I never thought I would say that I love having a goat in my house. After all, who does that? But I do. Nubbins has fit in well and is working hard at being a member of this family. Once it’s time for Nubbins to go back outside – I don’t know who is going to have the harder time adjusting – him or me.
Life has a way of getting in the way of things – and most assuredly shaking things up. After a super long hiatus – 2 illnesses diagnosed, some very difficult heartbreaks, 1 new blended family and a very chaotic life – I’m back (hopefully for good). And just in time to brag about my adorable baby chicks. My boyfriend, Nick, and I decided to invest in some adorable hybrid production Reds – which have now taken up a nice section of my dining room. Everyone is thrilled – the dogs can’t get enough of them and Nubbins (yes there is a goat in my kitchen) keeps sneaking peaks into the dining room. We’re super amped for these gals to grow up and spring to really start. What are you doing to get ready for Spring? Did you have a tough winter like us? Let me know!!
Q: Why did you choose the number 7, Susan?
A: Because it seemed like a nice number between 5-10 that wasn’t 6,8,9.
- I used to Reenact the Civil War. During college my best friend and I thought it would be an awesome way to spend super hot summers. Nothing like 9 layers of wool to get you through summers down South.
- I’m not afraid of any insects. I love all buggies – in fact I’m mildly obsessed with picking them up. Some of my students have even nicknamed me “The Wasp Whisperer”.
- Our house came with a goat. Sugar – our baby girl – came with our house when we bought it. Her gentleness and affection started our affinity for goats. Though she’s gone – our love for 4 legged ruminants carries on.
- I’ve taught every grade K-8 except for 4th grade. AND I’ve only been teaching 10 years.
- I love to “do” laundry. But I hate to put it away. Nick claims that’s not really doing laundry – but there is something about the machine getting all sudsy, hanging clothes out on the line and smelling fresh laundry that makes my heart go a-flutter.
- I was never stung by a bee – until I was 30. Then I accidentally walked into an underground hive and was stung by 25 yellow jackets. In the middle of the woods. Alone. 3 days later – I was stung by a black hornet in the middle of the night.
- I love the Helen Kane and Jelly Roll Morton stations on Pandora. BOOP OOP A DOOP!
What are some crazy things about you?! Everyone has their quirks and the writer in me loves to hear about them!
Planning a Trip-cation is one of the most complicated things when you are a collector of all things living: like me. The difficulty – as Nick always points out to me – with traveling and hobby farming – is we’re not just packing up and skipping town for a week. We need to find responsible people who are willing to take up the challenge of watering acres of plants and caring for livestock. After we secured a cheap (payments in 6-packs and coozies only, if you please) pup-sitter (thank you, Ron) – we were off to find someone to watch and water the rest of the Funny Farm lot. Thankfully – the lovely ladies at Penny’s Petals (thanks Jen and Casey) came through – as always – and offered to take care of our garden, flowerbeds, hanging plants, house plants and, of course, the goats …
With everyone situated and in responsible hands – Nick and I piled into the VW – bright and early on Saturday morning. Our intended plan was to head down to OBX via two days with a one night stop-over in Norfolk, VA. We figured it would allow for more opportunities to stop and sight see on the way. Lucky for us – Nick’s knack for planning came through for us again. After a much-needed detour to the Waffle House in Odessa, DE (my father’s penchant for greasy breakfast food on vacation – is also very much instilled in me) – we continued steadfastly on Rt.13. We weren’t even 3 hours into our trip – before we were boxed in (at a traffic light) by two VERY impressive classic cars.
Ford Fairlane – “Georgia Peach”
I’ve fallen off the radar for the past few weeks …. something I’m not extraordinarily proud of, but it’s been hectic here to say the least.
- Nubbins is home – to much fanfare. After being passed around – something similar to the Olympic torch – he has settled in nicely. He loves Persnickety and except for the occasional Big Momma Headbutt – she’s really taken to him too.