Sunday, April 30, 2006

Bottle Fed Nubians are Neurotic



Uh... yeah... this is all I can ever see of these two little neurotic babies. They are so busy nuzzling my knees looking desperately for teats that I can hardly walk. I'm surprised I haven't tripped and fallen. A very large percentage of goat breeders in the U.S. pull the kids from the dams at birth. Milk the does, pasteurize the milk and bottle feed the kids. This is partially to guarantee that CAE will not be passed on to the kids. Even when the does have tested negative for CAE, goat breeders do it, just in case. Because CAE can just show up. Even if you have a closed herd and everyone tested negative last year. It is something that is proudly proclaimed on their websites, that they feed their babies pasteurized milk and bottle feed them. Some people will not even consider buying a kid unless it was bottle fed.

I like the idea of our does raising their own babies. I am going out of my way to spend time with the dam raised kids, and they are doing well -- they come right up to me for scratches and petting. The first year we had kids we bottle fed. The second year we bottle fed. The third year we let the dams raise their kids. We didn't spend enough time with the kids, and they ended up skittish. But that can be remedied. We spent a lot of time with L's twin does and they are friendly and Z is great on the milking stand. Her sister M is not due until late May/early June, but I'm sure she'll do fine.

Until next time.

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She's baaaaaaackkkkk!

L has been our best milker since her first freshening in 2004. She peaked at 8 pounds with 2x/daily milking. Half gallon at each milking. That first year, we pulled her kids and bottle fed them. So we got really accurate records on how much milk she gave that first year. She lactated 339 days, gave us 1704# of milk (~213 gallons). Daily average 5.8#. The next year, she had twin doelings. We let her nurse her doelings and began separating them at two weeks of age. For the second year, with nursing her daughters until we weaned them at six months of age, she lactated for 350 days, giving us a total of 1236 pounds of milk (~154 gallons). Daily average 3.7#. Remember this was in addition to feeding her daughters in the daytime.

I'm so happy she only had one buckling kid this year. Because we will wean him at eight weeks and then we'll have her milk for ourselves. We are still struggling to have enough milk for the orphaned kids, so tonight I decided that I would milk L, and see how much she would give me.

She is three days fresh and she gave me 1.8#, after having her kid on her all day long. That's our girl!! I love milking her. She has the nicest udder, perfect sized teats, and I can empty her udder in just a few minutes time. She is just a joy to milk. I am really hoping she increases on her milk supply this year. As a third year freshener, she should be giving us more than one gallon of milk a day, especially since she gave that much as a first freshener!

Last night I did late grocery shopping and didn't get home until 10pm and Z did not get separated from her kids, so there was no point in milking her this morning. She gives 4 cups and we really need that milk for the orphans. That is why I decided to milk L, because we were totally out of milk. I really don't want to have to buy more milk, when we have four does in milk!! I separated the herd queen's doeling from her, Z's kids from her. L gets to stay with her boy because he is barely 3 days old. But I will be milking the herd queen in the morning, along with Z, L and N.

Until next time.

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Saturday, April 29, 2006

Mighty Jaws


Chores took me longer than usual this morning. I guess they usually take about an hour, but this morning they took two hours. The picture you see to the left is the result of my forgetting the baby goat bottles within LJ's reach. Now I need to find a new nipple before lunchtime.

L is doing great this morning. I thought I'd try milking her, but she refused to get on the stand, so I put her back into the yard. Sometimes we have to fight with them to get them onto the stand, but I just didn't have the energy this morning.

Actually, speaking of energy... I went to bed really late for me, 11pm. I was very tired, but I was trying to get on top of our finances and get some bills paid, etc. I woke up starving hungry at 2:30am, ate some cottage cheese and went back to bed. My ds2 woke me again at 4:30am, said he and his pop were leaving for work. Back to sleep and woke up at 6:00am in somewhat of a panic. See, we'd separated Z from her kids much earlier than usual last night. About 4:30pm, instead of 6:00. So I had planned to get out and milk her closer to 5:00am. She was actually crying during the night at 2:30am, wanting to be with her kids or be milked (probably more likely the latter was more intriguing since it includes *grain*).

I felt like I was having a hot flash this morning. It was pretty cold out, probably about 60° or so. And I was in shorts and t-shirt. I could feel myself sweating while I milked. I felt really draggy tired, too. I thought I'd come in and take an early nap. Instead I got a brainstorm. I decided since we had a couple dozen eggs that need to be used, I was going to scramble some of them up for the dogs.

Besides LJ, the new puppy, we have four other dogs. I've been reading everything I can on the APBT, and I've been feeling concerned that we will almost certainly (at some point in time) have some aggression issues because our other dogs have some issues. Like one book I have says that "normal" dogs will pick a fight with another dog, and then it's natural for one of the dogs to back off -- our dogs do this. But if the APBT is antagonized, it will not back down and won't stop after the other dog says "Uncle". We took in my MIL's dog. She was a big dog, when they adopted her, the shelter told them she was yellow lab mix. She has since passed, but in retrospect, I think she maybe had some pitbull in her. We had problems with our "alpha" trying to be controlling over Jewel (MIL's dog). On several occasions they got into it real bad. Dh had to pull them off each other, it was scary. I anticipate this happening again, with LJ, if we aren't aware of what is going on. At least now we know to be on guard for this type of situation.

I watched The Dog Whisperer last night and I am just so impressed with his methods. I decided this morning that I was going to begin working with our "pack" of dogs as a pack. We have an "alpha" and I'm still not clear if that is appropriate. If the people are the alpha, then the dogs are all under the alphas? Is there then a pecking order of the dogs?

I got the eggs scrambled up and took five dishes outside. I decided to first deal with the worst of our dogs. She is a jerk -- she won't come when called, even if I have good stuff for all the dogs. Daisy is very evasive, she will run the opposite direction, in fact. Anyway... I got a leash and found where she was at, and walked past her, then turned quickly and grabbed her by her fur. She's not mean, just won't cooperate and does irritating things like walks in front of our vehicles when we are driving on our property (trying to leave through the gates). I'm afraid she's going to get run over one day, but she acts like she is so clever.

I tied her to a post, and went and got the bowls of food. She also won't sit when I tell her to. But she knew she couldn't leave, and I was able to make her sit, then I got everyone else to sit, including my 10.5 week old puppy. It took a minute or two to get them to all stay still. LJ was jumping up and down all over everyone, so I made him stop and got him to sit and pay attention. WOW. It was amazing!!!! I let them all sit there watching me for several seconds, maybe 10 seconds or so. I handed out breakfast and at first Daisy wouldn't eat her portion. Everyone else was slowly licking at theirs. The alpha tried to leave her dish and take over one of the others, but I did that poking thing with my fingers that Cesar does and made her go back to her own.

I was so amazed at the change in Daisy. Just one "pack leader" thing, and already I am getting some respect from her!!! After she ate, I let her off the lead and she was licking and licking me (this is totally abnormal behavior for her). I know that dogs lick the pack leader, normally she is lukewarm toward me, with no respect at all. Usually I'll speak to the dogs, saying "Good girls" etc., this time I just acted real stuck up and they were all looking up at me, grinning and focused right on me. Just a few minutes later, I was getting ready to go in, and Daisy actually approached me and starting licking me again (I made her sit first before I paid any attention to her). I can't wait to tell my dh about this! We usually feed the dogs twice a day, filling up their dish, but I can see it is going to be vitally important that we change our methods if we want to keep our new puppy and stave off aggression problems. You know, previously I would have thought she was kissing up to me because I fed her good food. And I guess in a way, she is... but it's not that simple. It's pack leader respect.

I also learned last night from Cesar, how to deal with our other dog that has submission issues. I brought her in the house the other day, to do some work with her alone, where we could concentrate without all the other dogs all over us, and she was just like the black dog from the prison program. Backpeddling, with me pulling and coaxing, just like Cesar said people do, and that's wrong, lol! AND, she pees when she gets like that. I have decided I will work with her on leash like Cesar did with the black dog. All of our dogs are good dogs, they just have some confusion about who the boss is, I believe. I understand it is going to be necessary to make that plainly clear to them all if we hope to not have issues with LJ and the girls.

The really interesting part of this... I felt an energy charge from it. Cesar talks about energy... and how we have to direct our energy as pack leader. I'm anxious to learn more about his methods. Can't wait to get his book. Now that I've been sitting at the computer though, I feel my energy has drained... I am going to fix some breakfast and maybe take a short nap.

Until next time. :-)

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Friday, April 28, 2006

Update on the New Momma

Since we lost the last doe that kidded... naturally, I was a bit anxious (can you say "nervous wreck"?) about our newest momma. I just wanted to make sure we didn't lose L, just because I missed some important sign that things were not going okay.

I had let the rest of the herd back into the common area this morning. At noon, I threw hay, checked water. Then I paid some special attention to L. She seemed a bit droopy, which worried me a bit. I had given her her own flake of hay, which she rejected. I thought I would tempt her appetite with some whole oats, BOSS (black oil sunflower seeds) and peanuts. Well, the only problem is the entire herd saw me tippy-toeing over to the barn and they all rushed me and were charging around trying to get what was in the container I was carrying. ACK. That just made me irritated at them all. So I hid the container I'd been carrying and stood around waiting for them to leave. I had tossed their hay in the smaller area, so once they all went back to eating hay over there, I went and locked them out of the common area. Then I gave L her treats. She accepted the peanuts (roasted, unsalted, in the shell) first, then I offered her a handful of sunflower seeds. She then realized she WAS hungry after all, and ate the rest of what I'd brought. But no interest in her hay still. It was a good sign she was eating oats, but hay is more important.

So I was still a bit worried. I decided to go down and get some of the "cow" hay, which at morning chores looked better to me, than the "good" hay we bought. We paid $9/100# bale for the "good" hay to feed the goats; the flakes are falling apart, crumbly, dried out and have lots of stems. We paid $7/100# bale for the "cow" hay, which comes apart in nice compact flakes, seems moister and has almost no stems. So we are going to switch out the bales. Give the calves the more expensive hay, give the goats the cheaper hay.

Anyway... once I gave her a flake of the "cow" hay, she tore right into it.

When we were out doing evening chores, I brought her out with me into the milking area. She had a few more sunflower seeds, and while standing there dropped a couple loads of berries. Then when she got back into the goat yard, she was calling out for her boy, and I saw her urinate (a lot) and more berries, and more berries. SO... this tells me her system is working well. She is eating, drinking, peeing, pooping, feeding her kid, keeping his bottom clean, protecting him from the rest of the herd. So far, so good.

Until next time.

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Weigh In

All right, so I decided to see how much the little guy weighs. He is 8.4 pounds. Not too terribly big for a singleton.

You can see L peering over to the side... last night we confined the rest of the herd except for her twin daughters from last year, in a smaller area. So L had the barn to herself pretty much. This morning I let the herd into the bigger area and you can see how watchful she is toward them.

Isn't that a pretty baby? Too bad we couldn't get registration paperwork on his granddam, or he would be registerable as an American Nubian (versus Purebred) through American Dairy Goat Association. But alas, he is not, so he is most likely deemed to life as a wether. Unless someone wanted him who didn't care about him having papers. And I'm not too happy with ADGA anyway, due to their apparent pro stance on NAIS.

It does not appear that L's milk has come in yet... her bag is still fairly small. Her first year of lactation she peaked at 8 pounds. Her second year, her twins were on her so we never got an accurate weight. This her third freshening. I hope she gives more than a half gallon a day this freshening. Time will tell.

Oh, and speaking of weighing... last year at my last doctor's visit, I weighed 215 pounds. Today I weighed myself since I had the scale handy just to see how much I weigh so I won't be shocked at the doctor's office next month (my next yearly appointment). I weigh 211. That is promising when you consider for the past decade I've been gaining weight every single year, sometimes 12-15 pounds each year. I'm leaning toward NT being the reason.

Until next time.

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Last Buckling for April

L finally kidded yesterday evening, on her 151st day of gestation. It took her FIVE minutes to get the little buckling out. I actually helped a little bit by pulling on one leg once I could get hold of it. My dh taped the birth, so I just verified that it did take five minutes. That is actually a long time of pushing for a goat.

I could see God's handiwork in yesterday's events. I always feel blessed when I notice His perfect timing. First, I had to pick up my food coop order, so I got permission to get off work early in the day. I got to meet an online friend who practices NT (Nourishing Traditions) and her friend, who also does some NT things. That was so cool!! I talked goats with my friend's friend, she has Nigerian Dwarves. Last night was LJ's first puppy training class, but the trainer cancelled because the wind was blowing so hard and it was so chilly out. The training sessions go on in her big fenced yard, but there was no windblock. I had to run three errands and pick up a few things from the grocery store before arriving home. I knew L was "acting funny" and probably in labor, but I was planning to go to the puppy training anyway. So it feels like God kicked up a storm, just long enough to have the trainer cancel to clear my schedule for attending L. We were in the house eating dinner within 3 hours.

I just checked on her around 2am. She seems to be doing fine. She hungrily ate whole oats and sunflower seeds last night, sucked down almost a gallon of molasses water, and ate several mouthfuls of hay. She has been so enormous, I was sure she had at LEAST two in there. So just for curiosity's sake and to learn what it feels like, after she got the "first" kid out, I tried "bumping" her, which entails putting your arms round their stomach and bumping up and letting the stomach fall. If there are more kids inside, you should feel them bouncing around inside. I felt nothing! She still looked really big last night. I had my dh also try bumping her, and he also felt nothing. If she was carrying another kid, the natural course of things is for the doe's body to continue laboring, which it did not, so I feel certain she was done. Very rarely a kid will be stuck, but I'm assuming the doe's body would continue to labor. Since she had no more labor pains, no more pushing, I believed her to be done with kidding.

Now we have only one more doe left to kid; M is due end of May/early June. We don't have an exact due date on her, as she visited her "husband" at someone else's home a few days after Christmas. She was there three days, so it could have happened any day.

I'm glad L had only one buckling. Although it is sometimes harder for a doe to birth a single kid, because singletons tend to be larger (have not gotten a weight on this boy yet), we have only increased our herd by one, and he is not registerable so will become a wether, and we wean boys around 8 weeks of age. We like to leave the doelings on their dam for 5-6 months which is usually when the dam weans them. We separate the kids from the dam overnight, milk the dam in the morning. So if she had had a doeling, we would be sharing milk with the kid for six months.

L always throws babies with that beautiful white belt. I mean, at least one baby with each kidding has the white belt. Congratulations L, he's a beautiful boy.

Until next time.

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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Yummy Cod Liver Oil

Did you think you'd ever see that adjective next to that set of words in your life? Me, either.

We were forced to take cod liver oil as children... I have one memory of trying to gag it down by pouring it over a juicy nectarine. It was never "yummy". Of course, one of the recommended daily "superfoods" with NT is cod liver oil. But it is important to take the right kind of CLO. I started out with TwinLabs CLO, but then I found out that it is derived from soy somehow. I am trying to avoid soy, so there went that brand. Carlson's has such a low amount of Vitamin A & D per dosage that you would have to take something like 14 tablespoons a day just to get in your RDA, which NT states should be minimum 10,000 IUs of Vitamin A. Some kinds of CLO have the had the vitamins removed, and then artificial forms of A & D replaced. Read more about CLO on Weston A. Price Foundation. http://www.westonaprice.org/basicnutrition/clarifications.html

Here's a newer article just published in March: http://www.westonaprice.org/modernfood/codliver-manufacture.html

One of my NT friends that is local (who I'm to meet today, cool!) told me she was going to buy a case of Green Pastures Blue Ice High Vitamin Cinnamon flavored CLO. She needed 9 bottles, and I bought the other 3. She tried it when it arrived and deemed it "YUMMY!"

I was skeptical... and I can't really say I would label it yummy... but it is not bad at all, and I might even say it tastes good on certain days.

I'm having my power cocoa this morning... will have to post that recipe someday soon... and I've already taken my CLO, St. John's Wort, Super B Complex. I'm trying to stave off the Perimenopause Fairy as one of my friends so kindly put it. She tried to visit last night, so I know she's right around the corner.

Until next time.

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Clicker Training Day 6

Okay, I have to say I'm impressed. It's either the clicker training, or the dog.

Actually, since we have FOUR other dogs, I could try clicker training on them. I actually did bring Penny in the house and toss her treats while clicking. She has a problem with being submissive and I'm very concerned that this could become a problem in the future with LJ.

I purchased two books on the American Pit Bull Terrier; they arrived on Monday. APBTs are quite the handful of a dog to own. I had to buy goat's milk today from one of our neighbors... he was not impressed with LJ. His dog is a Border Collie with an energy level of about 10,000. That dog just runs and runs and runs and circles and yips and yaps and runs. LJ was intrigued and barking. I wasn't sure what I was seeing from LJ. Was it dog aggression? I called Laddy (the neighbor's dog) over to me and got him to settle down and stop running and dashing by LJ. LJ was just tickled to see another dog. He LOVES our other dogs.

Believe me, I can relate to the neighbor's apprehension and negative reaction. Just seven SHORT weeks ago I felt exactly the same way!! I would have no sooner chose an APBT for a pet than a rattlesnake! The APBT book I was reading this morning was saying that APBT owner's have to face this kind of negative reaction all the time, and it is vital to have a well socialized, well trained dog in order to set a good example for the breed. It is so important to socialize him, yet it is difficult finding places to take him so that he can meet lots of people, other dogs, etc. Although I have to say, hanging out at Wal-Mart seems like a good place. The one nearest to us has this waiting area where people wait for rides, or they just hang out. I would be able to introduce him to all manner of people within just a couple of hours. I need to make that a goal.

For a great deal of my life, I have tried to do the right thing, make the choices that would make everyone happy. But for some reason, I keep finding things to embrace that are so totally against popular societal norms. Like owning an APBT.

Speaking of doing the right thing and making everyone happy, and being accepted and loved... my blog is supposed to be one place where I can be honest and really be myself. So I am having a hard time sharing its existence with friends... because they are going to learn things about me that I may not have shared with them, because I am afraid they might not accept those things about me. I seem to have sets of friends that I can share certain things with. But my blog is supposed to be a place where I can share anything (within reason, of course) and that anyone can read. I chose to make my blog private, not in the public listings and I don't allow anonymous postings because all I was getting was spam.

But I digress... back to the boy, I couldn't help but fall in love with him. I explain his plight and introduction into our lives in this entry here: Chilled to the Bone.


Here was a picture of him, look how tiny he was, nestled in the crook of my arm. He weighed barely THREE pounds, TWO ounces.

Anyway, back to the clicker training. I missed doing any lessons yesterday (supposed to do two trainings minimum, three optimum). And none all day today until just a while ago this evening. He goes right to the "bed" every time (see the first lesson described in this entry Clicker Training) once I put it down, and now once I show him one time that I want him to do the "down" he does it every single time.

You know those really cool dogs that are really obedient? I've always wanted one of those dogs... I know it takes time and effort to train them, but I think it also helps if the dog is motivated and seems to figure out what you want him/her to do easily. So tomorrow night is Lesson 2. We'll see how it goes because there will be two other puppies in the class. Lesson 1 was orientation, with instructions for what to do at home for the next week. Oh and I was supposed to pick out ten things off this one list of things to introduce LJ to. One of the things we are supposed to accomplish in the next six weeks is go to 10 different people's homes. Well, I got one of those done today.

Also, LJ is scheduled for surgery on Tuesday to be neutered. That is supposed to help with aggression. I know that a lot of people think owning an APBT is really stupid, because like I said, I used to be one of those people myself (it feels almost as if God has a lot of fun peering down at me and noting how I would NEVER own an APBT and he says, "Oh yeah? Try this on for size.") I am studying up on the breed and learning the facts, and we will have to deal with things as they come. Hopefully he will never become dog aggressive, but he could one day. On the other hand... it seems to have a lot to do with your leadership over your dog. I must order The Dog Whisperer's book. Also, the APBT is normally not human aggressive and he seems to love people very much. I just have to keep up the socialization until he is two years old! Quite a task to take on, but I am willing.

My birthday is coming, one more month and I'll be 43 years old. I would love to have The Dog Whisperer book and the DVD for Season One. I can never remember what I would like to have when my birthday is on its way. Also, Mother's Day is just around the corner. I already have my mother's Mother's Day card purchased. Now I just have to get it sent on time! All of my sisters are now mothers, so I will be sending each of them a Mother's Day card.

Boy, I tell you, some days I don't get a chance to write a thing, then other days I'm here again and again. On the days I don't get a change to write, I often think of things to write about, so that's why I end up posting a bunch of things in one day.

One more thing. I have a tooth that is bothering me. :-( The last time I had a sensitive tooth, I went to my dentist and he determined that nothing was going on. So this time I'm hoping the sensitivity will go away. I have two teeth that purportedly need to have root canals. I was told this was necessary at least FIFTEEN years ago. The same fillings have inhabited those teeth all these years, with no problems. I will not have root canals done, I have decided this based on limited knowledge from the Weston A. Price Foundation. There are two links here that give information:
http://www.westonaprice.org/nutritiongreats/price.html
http://www.westonaprice.org/healthissues/holistic.html

There is also a book on why to avoid root canals, I'm trying to find it now and not sure what you are supposed to do if you need a root canal!! I also have a mouthful of amalgam! I don't see that being taken out any time soon. I will have to ask on a list I'm on for the name of that book about root canals. I told my sister not to have one, but she said she guesses she is just too vain right now to worry about her health. :-/

I really must stop now. Until next time.

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Young Fruit Orchard

These are apples from our young apple tree. It is a Dorsett Golden. I didn't know that apples could grow in the low desert. But come to find out, there are certain apple trees that don't need as many chill hours in order to produce. We bought another apple tree, an Anna, but we were unable to keep it alive. The Anna and the Dorsett Golden do well planted together. I had also hoped to buy some pecan trees, but they are apparently difficult to purchase.







Here is an image of the apple tree itself. It is still rather small! The tree that you can see in the background to the right is a pink grapefruit tree. We also have a lemon tree and an orange tree. They all have miniature fruit on them as well.

Oh, and we have four grapevines. Two Red Thompson Seedless and two White Thompson Seedless.






Here is our peach tree, it is a dwarf version. I understand if we just let it grow, it will stop being a dwarf and will become a full sized tree. I still haven't decided if we should continue to trim it heavily and keep it a dwarf... it will definitely make protecting and harvesting the peaches easier, if it is a dwarf. Below are closeups of the peaches!









We will probably have to buy some bird netting pretty soon, if we plan to eat any of these peaches ourselves. I haven't had a good peach in years! The ones from the store are so often not ripe and they won't ripen. Even if you try storing them in a bag. When I was growing up, we used to go to a peach orchard where you could pick peaches by the bushel. You could eat them while picking, too! It was an amazing treat and I can still remember the peach juice dripping down my chin.

Until next time.

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The Old Back Porch Stairs

These are the back porch steps. I put in a request to dh and ds2 to please build new ones. I'm afraid someone's going to step on them and fall down and get hurt seriously. None of us are lightweights, so it would hurt pretty bad if these gave way. So hopefully within the next week or two, I'll have new pictures to share of the back porch stairs.

They are going to make real stairs, with "stringers" and there is going to be a railing around the landing and the steps. Ds2 has a router and is going to make the railing fancy looking. At least that is the plan. They actually started on the steps on Sunday, but couldn't figure out the formula for doing steps. We ended up purchasing a downloadable Excel spreadsheet program to plunk in the numbers. Pretty cool. Staircase Stringer Design. Well worth the $12.99.

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1 1/2 Day Old Chicks


Our newest baby chicks. Mutt chicks. We have a lot of mutt hens and most of them lay green eggs! A couple of years ago, our feed store sold me some Maran chicks. They lay chocolate brown/purple eggs. After a couple of weeks, I was pretty sure we'd been sold Ameraucanas. That's cool. We think the green eggs are pretty and unique. Only we already had 3 Easter Egger hens and I'd bought another six when I bought the six Marans. So now we have far more green eggs than brown eggs. Green eggs are -- like I said, "pretty" and "unique". It's weird enough when people get a couple of green eggs per dozen, but when they get 10 green eggs, a white egg and a brown egg, it is just too weird. So these two were hatched from green eggs. More Ameraucanas. ;-)

Until next time.

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*TYDSITC* Sheep



BTW, the subject header stands for Things You Don't See In The City. We see a lot of things out here in the country, that you just don't see in the big city! I've been thinking for a while that it would be fun to start sharing some of those.

Often as I'm driving into the small town 22 miles from where I live, I'll see sheep in the fields. Today was one such day. I had an appointment with my asthma/allergy specialist and told myself I'd stop on the way back home and take some pictures.

Upon closer examination of the photos, lookee what I caught! How sweet!! :-) This lamb is half as big as its mama, it has to be at least six months old. In the image above, this ewe and lamb are in the top left hand corner, I have three white triangles pointing to the pair.

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Sunday, April 23, 2006

Clicker Training

Here's the boy about a week ago. We've decided to take a shot at keeping him. What am I saying? We're all madly in love with him.

I found The Dog Whisperer and have started watching him each Friday night. He is so amazing! He's funny and entertaining and he works magic with dogs. I am just in amazement at all the dogs he owns.

So I found a lady that lives 5 miles away, no small feat since we're out in the boonies. I was pretty excited that she offers obedience classes and puppy training classes. I signed up for the class. Well, apparently she does clicker training. For some reason, I have a negative impression about this type of dog obedience training. But for $120, I'm going to try it.

Here's the amazing thing... LJ responds to the training. One of the things you are supposed to do to get started is put down a "bed" and any movement toward the bed, you click and toss a treat. He totally got that right away. The next thing is you work with them to get them to do a "down" by holding the treat concealed in your hand, put your hand on their nose and then lead them into a down. Only LJ is so short still that he can put his head all the way down without lying down. So I helped... I don't think you are supposed to. But now, after just three training sessions, he has got that he has to go "down" to get his treat. His treat by the way is barbequed hamburgers with swiss that didn't get finished at dinner several nights ago.

I've also been buying beef shortribs at $2/# and having the butcher cut them into smaller pieces. He gets one of these when he goes into his crate at night. One pound lasts about seven days. So it's a nice treat for him and makes going to his crate something special. At least that is my intent. Come to find out another family member gave him THREE this morning. He loves them.

I think we're catching him more and more before he potties inside. I am feeling more confident that we can handle owning him.

Until next time.

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New Baby Goats

Lots happening around here. We had two of our does kid. One kidded on April 3rd, giving birth to two bucklings. They are Nigerian Dwarf/Nubian mixes. Cute little guys, hoping to sell them as pets.

Z had a textbook delivery. She was in labor for just a few hours, progressed nicely and had both bucklings delivered within 5 minutes.



Unfortunately, our next doe to deliver we lost to milk fever, also known as hypocalcemia. I missed some important signs that she was in trouble. Subtle but important signs. Like her slow labor. Not taking notice that she was not eating after her kids were born. When I put her on the milking stand, her back legs almost collapsed. I noticed that, but didn't recognize it as being calcium deficiency. She passed away 26 hours after giving birth to three beautiful doelings. In the picture she was showing some interest in her daughters, but I had to tie her so I could help them get latched on because she was jumping around and kicking so much. One of her daughters was placed the same day she was born with one of my friends that lives closeby.


We still have one doe left to kid this month, she is due on April 26th. I'm really hoping she does well. We raised L from a baby. We've been giving her a supplement from Hoeggers that is supposed to prevent ketosis/toxemia. We also got all the items in stock that would have saved B's life.

I've done all the disbudding of the kids so far. Five kids disbudded. We are going to band the little bucklings in a couple of weeks. Already at 3 weeks of age they are acting very much like big bucks. Snorting and squealing and jumping on the doelings.

When Z's bucklings turned 2.5 weeks old we began separating them from their dam, so we can get her milk. We have one other milker, but she is giving us just over 2 pounds of milk each day. Z gives us about 2 pounds in the morning, then we put her in with her boys to nurse them. They stay with her the entire day. We will be weaning them at 8 weeks of age.

It has really been a drain on our milk supply for B to have passed away. We are bottle feeding the orphaned babies. They are drinking about three quarts a day between the two of them. I'm not even able to keep out enough milk to make kefir, and we've been unfreezing milk that we've had saved up. The milk freezer is just about empty. Just as well as no one seems to like using frozen milk as much as fresh milk anyway. :-)

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Tax Fiasco

I have thought of so many things I wanted to blog about in the past three weeks, but never found the time. I am thinking part of the problem is I have trouble being brief... I like to tell the whole story, regale every feeling and essence.

But one thing I wanted to memorialize is the mad fiasco of preparing one's taxes on the very last day. But you see, that's exactly what gets me into trouble -- writing big long stories about nothing in particular!

All I can say is, if it is going to go wrong, it will!!

I had done a quick run through a couple of months ago, yes, a couple of months ago... I was waiting on a 1099-MISC from a family member who swears she has never done her taxes this late in the year. That's cool... but usually I file my taxes by mid-March at latest since I usually get money back. Anyway, finally she got the 1099-MISC to me. On Sunday, the 16th, I finally forced myself to sit down and start my taxes. I used the online tax preparer that I used the previous year, which brings in all your previous year's information.

Then I went to get my W2. It's been traveling around with me since mid-January, at the bottom of my purse, the envelope containing it becoming more and more ratty and worn. But everytime I'd see it, I would have a good feeling, one of relief, knowing exactly where my W2 was located. Can you guess what happened? Exactly. When I went to get it, it was gone. I looked every possible place that it could have been, but could not find it. I finally decided I must have taken it out of my purse at work and left it on my desk. My boss has that information at home, but being it was Easter Sunday I couldn't bother her, because I know she has huge family get togethers every holiday.

I scrambled to find the pencil figures I'd completed earlier, and multiplied the figures on my W2. My paystub doesn't show year-to-date figures, considering our paychecks are still processed on an old Brother word processor (courtesy of my boss). I entered those into the system.

All went well for a bit. I got to the end of everything, including the state. The tax preparer was offering some kind of prepaid debit card and they would then waive the state filing fee of $30. I thought I'd try it out, but wanted to learn more about the small print. No one was available as it was Sunday. So I decided to wait and continue on Monday.

Monday morning... put a call into my boss about 7:50am. Whoops, she was still asleep. Said she'd been up late with the family there until all hours of the night (this is a woman who gets up every morning at 4:30am -- I didn't know senior citizens could sleep in!). So I put in a call to the tax preparer helpline. Come to find out with that prepaid debit card deal, sure they waive your state filing fee, but you can't move the money off that card, you can't pull out cash without incurring large fees -- $15 to pull out cash! $1 for purchases, some were free. And in addition to that, they send you a card which you receive in 7-10 days, then they don't put your refund on for another 10 days. So I said phooey on that.

Around 11am, my boss calls me back with the numbers.

I deleted out the state income tax and submitted my federal taxes. I thought I'd just do like I'd done last year to save the $30 filing fee, just file by mail.

So my printer cartridge has been leaking. I bought this cartridge off eBay. The person said they'd never used it, it was the wrong size for their printer. So shortly after we received it, it started printing out huge black splotches over anything I printed out. I had ordered a cartridge (which I found out on Tuesday the company it was shipped by could not find our home address on Monday -- I sure could have used that printer cartridge!). I had had luck once before with taking it out, cleaning everything and replacing it. I tried that, but it did not work this time.

So I was thinking I would have to go someplace and complete my taxes... then I remembered I have this old fax machine. I've never set it up. I thought I'd give it a try. I got it plugged in and printed a test page. Success!! So I hooked it up to the computer, thinking XP has all the drivers for everything. Nope. So I went looking on the 'net and wow, Xerox still has the drivers available! So I downloaded them and got them installed. Now I'm getting an error message. Try again. Still error message. Research error message on the 'net. Reboot. Try printing in spite of the error message. No luck. I'm about to give up, when I read the "read me" file again and discover that a known issue is that error message. Reboot the computer again, and tried to print again. YES! Things are going my way!

By now it was 6pm. All day long I'd had in the back of my mind... I know the post office stays open until midnight on these nights. So I started calling the ones nearest to me... 8 miles away... no answer... 16 miles away... no answer... 22 miles away... no answer... finally called the usps.com number to find out which one I'd have to drive to... DANG IT!! I have to drive 48 miles away. And I have to get up early in the morning and go to work! I'm not going to get to bed until midnight at this rate.

I started gearing up for that... completed the online tax form and printed it out... reviewing the filing information... OH NOOOOOO!!! When you send it in, in person, you have to send in copies of your W2! Which I did not have!!

All right... so my tax preparation company told me earlier that I could file an extension for $20. So I tried to do that only... that started the process of an extension for my FEDERAL taxes!

So then I thought... okay... I'll just suck it up, and pay the $30. So I get all that information back in there... and hit submit... and now I get a message that they are sorry, but they are unable to accept my state tax income tax filing until my federal taxes have been accepted! Please come back in 24 - 48 hours and submit your state taxes.

I'm now starting to panic a bit. Later, I thought... "What the heck would the punishment be for filing late, death?" You would have thought that was the case, the way I was freaking out.

So I decided to not do my state taxes with them and hit the "delete your state taxes" section. This is now the second time I've entered the state information, only to delete it.

I started looking for other online alternatives... isn't there anyplace that allows you to file STATE only?? I found one, they charge $20 to file your state only, and started entering the data, only to realize that I don't have my previous year tax information handy and would have to figure out what I did with that. I was already so stressed out that I am sure I couldn't have found last year's income taxes -- and why I didn't have a .pdf copy on my computer, I just don't know!

Then I check my email to find that my tax preparation company has (thank you so very much) already charged me $30 to submit my state taxes... CRAP!

So I started gearing myself up again to make the drive into town... thinking this time I'll just print out an extension and submit the amount I owed ($123) by mail to avoid late filing fee charges.

In a last ditch attempt to avoid driving 100 miles round trip... I decided to put in a call to my tax preparation company... of course at this late hour, they were super busy and I was on hold, on my son's cell phone -- with no earbud -- having to hold that tiny, hot thing right next to my -- by this time -- pounding, aching head... listening to that stupid music... for at least 20 minutes.

Finally the help line guy comes onto the line. I'm nearly frantic, but trying really hard to rein it in... what I really want to do is just started screaming into the phone as loud as I can. I take a deep breath and explain that I can't do my taxes with them because I just submitted my federal a few hours ago, and they have already charged me and, and, and, and, and, and what can be done about this mess I've gotten myself into??? So he took my username and social security number and name and he looks at my account... by some miracle... my federal taxes have BEEN ACCEPTED so it is okay for me to submit my state income taxes. Oh man, what relief. I was never SOOOO happy to pay $30 in my life and be done with the nightmare of filing one's taxes on the last possible day.

I will NEVER do that again!!

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Love Him, Love Him Not

This is about LJ. I keep thinking we can keep him, but then I get scared with all the things I read. About how you have to never, EVER leave them unattended with any other animals, even dogs and cats they have grown up with, they can turn on and kill, and on and on and on.

And everyone has a story about pit bulls and how they killed or mauled someone, or someone's child.

Kind of like goats, how everyone says "Goats eat EVERYTHING," and "Goat's milk tastes HORRIBLE and GOATY." This is so opposite. Goats are SUCH picky eaters, you would not believe the piles of hay they leave from picking through the flake for the best parts. And of course, goat's milk only tastes nasty if you buy it from the store or don't handle it right if you produce your own.

Everytime I think we shouldn't keep LJ, I sink into a depression and start crying, and can't stop crying.

I will have to continue this later. I have quite a pros and cons list. I joined a pitbull lovers list and they are talking about spanking their children. Okay... Hopefully the topic changes soon.

Until next time.

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Godiva Raspberry Chocolate Truffle

One of my coworkers told me today this is her very favorite chocolate (see title) and "...IS TO DIE FOR." I went looking for them on the 'net, and thinking that I'd like to remember this admission from her for someday when I might need to buy her a special gift. I found this place, which looks like their chocolates are even better.

The Chocolate Garden

This one looks good.
The Dark Chocolate Assortment has 4 each of Dark Chocolate, Dark Chocolate Raspberry, Dark Chocolate Cherry and Darkest Dark Chocolate. Price each - $39.00

Now to remember not to ever let her read my blog.

Until next time.

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Saturday, April 01, 2006

Customer Service is dead

Today I was scheduled to take my ds to see a movie while my dh and other ds rearranged his room and set up his new bed. Somedays I wish I could just stay home all the time. I have been very disgusted with customer service in the past few years. It is just getting worse and worse.

My ds and I went to see a movie at the nearest movie theater, which is 22 miles away from our home. I go there partly due to the convenience of being closest, it costs less, and the theater is owned by a local man. Customer service is generally good in this small town. This theater reminds you when calling to hear the current movies that you should be sure to arrive at least one half hour earlier, because they have a "non-disturbance, no-admission policy" which they enforce along with no gum chewing and no cell phones allowed. This is to protect the patrons from their movie being interrupted.

However, today when the movie was several minutes from being over, and this was not just "outtakes" -- the movie was NOT over yet. The cleaning crew came into the theater, turned the lights on and even though the movie was not over, people all over started getting up and leaving! I could not believe it! At least 3/4 of the audience left, about 1/8 of us stayed seated watching the end of the movie, while the other 1/8 stood in the aisles watching, realizing the movie wasn't over. But hey, since the lights were on, it apparently was over?!

So I went up to one of the young people cleaning up, and I asked if that was the norm for them to turn on the lights when the movie wasn't over. He said, "Yes, it is a policy we are supposed to enforce." I could not believe it. I was really wishing to find the manager. But instead, I found a child of about eight or nine manning the food station. Okay, great. The whole family works there. I was standing there fuming, dumbfounded, and my son led me out of the theater, not wanting me to make a scene. I then saw the young man who took our tickets, who listened to my complaint sympathetically. He offered to find [woman's name] and I asked who that was. He said the manager, but then said she was flaky, too. I told him it was just as easy for me to drive to the next nearest town's theater, another 10 miles away.

Next I went to a Kmart. I was on the hunt for Red Devil lye. Which apparently you can't buy it in real life anymore due to it being an ingredient for making Methamphetamine. My youngest ds is making goat milk soap. I bought the can of lye we had over a year ago, intending to make soap myself. But never got around to it. Anyway, so I went into Kmart, looking for lye and also looking at area rugs. They were too much, ranging from $50 to $80. I didn't find any lye, but as we were leaving, I saw some kitchen rugs that I liked. They were marked $6.99 on the shelf sticker. I thought that wasn't too bad, so I picked one out. I looked at the price on several, all were $6.99. I get up to the front of the store, and my items ring up to nearly $15. I'd only bought a pair of finger nail clippers and a candy bar which came to about $3.50. So the total was too much. I asked the cashier why it was so high and she said the rug was $9.99. I told her it was $6.99 on the shelf. She explained that the rugs probably go on sale tomorrow, and she can't give me tomorrow's sale price today. She looked around for an ad for tomorrow, but didn't have one. I looked at her, and said that I would like to void this sale then, because I expected to pay $6.99 for this rug, not $9.99. She couldn't do that. I had to sign the credit card reciept first, then we had to go to customer service.

When we got there, she told them I didn't want these things after all and needed a refund. Another lady came over and asked what was the problem. The cashier told her about the price difference, the lady said to just give it to me for $6.99 and refund my $3.00 and make sure the price was correct on the shelf.

Here's the deal... it has been this way all my life. If it says one thing on the shelf, but rings up at a different price, you have a PRICE CHECK done on the item. Or, you can take my word for it. I do not have any problems with a price check being done. I'm nearly always right, and I usually go with the person making the price check to help them find the item (and to make sure they don't rip off the tag that shows the price that I saw when I picked up the item).

This is Kmart, a company in trouble financially. And this particular one happens to have been closed down for the better part of the last year due to the roof caving in during a bad rain storm. I don't shop Kmart much, usually only going there if I can't find an item anyplace else. Do you think I'm anymore inclined to shop there now? Nope.

I ate crap at the movie. Popcorn, nachos and soda. I already know I can't stop myself, so I just eat and eat until it's gone or I can't stand the thought of another bite. At least this time we didn't get refills like we have in the past. That is a positive.

I was so brain dead, that I forgot that I actually bought the nail clippers at Kmart. I also told my other son on the way home that we were going to get him a candy bar, but didn't. But we did end up buying that stuff! Anyway, so I went to another store, looking for lye, and realized I still had not bought nail clippers (oh but I had...) so I had one of the cashiers watch my paid for groceries and went to buy another pair of nail clippers. I was frustrated to see that they only had STORE BRAND nail implements. Name brand doesn't cost that much more, I wanted REVLON, a name brand I know I can trust to produce a pair of nail clippers that won't break after 3-4 uses and trims the nail properly. So I'm still looking, and finally I see the Revlon brand are hanging at the front on a hanger thing. I was relieved and bought a pair of the deluxe version.

We next went to a fast food place and I ordered four items. The guy recited back three items, and something unintelligible. It sounded like he said "No beans?" I asked him to repeat himself and then I guess he just turned off his end because I sat there saying, "Hello? Hello?" and finally drove around. I asked him at the window if he got all four items and he again recited them back to me. That was okay, but still annoying that he ignored me.

So I pull out my fingernail clippers, to trim my nails. I can't keep long nails for a few reasons. Mainly because my nails don't really grow long too well, never have. I started keeping them trimmed as a teen because I found that kept me from picking them and ending up with sore fingers from the nail pulling off too close to the skin. And now that we have goats, it's easier to milk with trimmed fingernails. So I started clipping my nails, only to find that my NAME BRAND clippers that I had to have, are doing this weird thing to my nails. I don't know how to describe it, but the cut was causing the top layer of my nail to stick up so if I wanted to, I could separate off that first layer, thereby making that portion of my nail very thin. Not a good thing. So I found out that if I cut my fingernails with the clippers held backwards, that bad cut wasn't happening.

SCREAM!!! I tell you, customer service is DEAD!!!!

I AM going to write a letter of complaint to the theater manager. I'm sure I won't get any response. The last two letters of complaint I wrote, I never heard a word back from the companies. It's not like I write them all the time. Those were written probably three years ago, in late December.

But I am going to let Mr. Theater Owner know how I feel about his so-called policy. I can only hope it's NOT his policy. If it is, I will not go there again. I can pay a few more dollars and drive a few more miles to be able to watch the entire movie without being interrupted before it's over. The nerve! To be so fanatical about not disturbing the movie once it's started, but it's okay to disturb your patrons just before it ends. How rude.

BTW, on the way home my son told me if I go to bed when I get home I won't be so grumpy.

Until next time.

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Friday, March 31, 2006

Update Picture of 7 week old LJ

Okay, here's the boy. Today he will be getting his first bath. I woke up yesterday morning and he had this dried blood looking stuff on his forehead. Turns out someone dripped some Hershey's chocolate syrup on the boy's head. He was probably begging and got a few drops on his head. The arrow is pointing to his favorite chew toy. It is a bone that is very hard, but spongy looking. It is from either a cow or goat's head.

I am really hungry now, and tired. So I'm going to get off this computer, eat my cottage cheese and snuggle back in bed.

Until next time.

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Puppy Sweater



OH my gosh. Look at that face! Isn't that the cutest thing?!

Okay, so here's LJ in his sweater. This is a picture that I took a few weeks ago, believe it or not! Next I'll post an update picture of the boy. He's already gotten so much bigger. This photo was taken March 17th and he was about 5 weeks old here.

He didn't really like this sweater too much. Although I think he did appreciate it when going outdoors, as it was pretty cold at that time. I made this one on the fly, kind of following the baby goat sweater pattern. But the chest area between the two front legs was too narrow, so kind of restricting.

By the way, I'm awake because I'm hungry. On occasion I do this thing where I wake up in the middle of the night and cannot sleep any longer. It is true, I was in bed before 7pm last night (still tired from last weekend!) but I woke up by midnight and was just lying there, trying to get back to sleep. I do not feel hungry when I'm lying there. Hunger does not actually show up physically for many hours. But then, I've been lying there, trying to sleep all that time. So I've found it's best to get up and eat something, even though it's the last thing my body wants.

But this morning, I've not eaten and am just now beginning to feel hungry. I think I will have some cottage cheese. That sounds good. I have to make sure I eat something moist.

Until next time.

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