Today....the most important "G", the house baby, Gladys Joy. Sorry if this gets a little long :) She's draped over me right now and keeps yowling at me every time I move. This girl does NOT like to share her momma's attention even if I'm bragging on her. I adopted her back in 2008, or rather, she claimed me and then waited until I finally figured it all out and filled out paperwork with the rescue.
Gladys was my first bottle baby and my little one did not have an easy start to life. She and her 3 siblings were left in a metal county shelter drop box in the middle of a March night, still wet from being born, and without their mom to keep them warm.
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| She was a screamer from day one as you can see :) |
That same day we brought a momma Beagle home from the shelter and just hours later she delivered 5 beautiful puppies. She also decided to take on Gladys and her 3 siblings. Pretty cute, right?
A short time later another rescue offered to take the siblings in because they had a mother cat that was nursing. I thought this would be great but it turned out to be rather awful. The girl in charge of the rescue didn't pay them any attention and before she decided they were too much work, dumping them at our vets instead of calling me, 3 of them had passed away. It was devastating and one of the few times I've really wanted to hurt someone.
I was able to get Gladys home with me again when she was just turning 3 weeks old. She had a severe infection from lack of care and we thought she'd lose one of her eyes. She wasn't out of the woods and we ended up being nearly round the clock for days doing feedings and keeping her warm. It was exhausting but she was so darn cute and spunky even with all she'd been through.
She LOVED her bottle. She'd hear me mixing it up and would just start squealing. She was so darn stubborn she wouldn't eat real food until she was 8 weeks old and still she wanted her bottle.
She was just so tiny but she hated being locked in the craft room all on her own with her stuffed seal and lamb. So she would spend the nights in my room with me in her little carrier. She did not appreciate this one bit. She wanted to be out and about but with a 140 pound dog in the house that was a no go. I got this face at me a LOT. So hard to deny that little thing anything and she well knew it!
She's always loved meeting new people...
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Little did my Gladiola know but her mom would soon find a love for little kitty clothes and decide that torture was indeed an acceptable past time. Lobsters, little witches, winter coats. Leggings and scarfs. Frilly little neck puffs and party dresses galore.
Some didn't go over quite as well as others....
My wee little screamer. She's mastered this look over the years.
She's also a "nurser" and nurses on all of my blankets. I think because she was a bottle baby. She just turned 4 years old and still does this from time to time.
So there you have it. My most important G. Or as Gladys would insist...my most important A through Z.
