11-03-2010, 07:03 PM
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Last month I went to check out a house where the family had set up a rescue centre for piggies and rabbits. I wasn't too impressed.
I decided rather than going to the RSPCA- which really would not help the problem I offered my services of labour and sourcing materials. It was 'sort of' accepted and although Sarah agreed help with cleaning would be useful she wouldn't not come out with what she was short of.
Then last week she agreed I could go over and help with her pregnant intake. I decided to text her before I went over to check it was still ok and what to take. She phoned me straight back and said she didn't want me to go over.
It turned out she suspected I was working for another rescue centre who she doesn't get on with. I was totally honest and told her about my friends in Crawley who in turn did know the centre Sarah had fallen out with. I don't know any of these people (only Liz).
So all ends well. I got lots of cuddles on lots of piggies (about 30!) and I cleared out the girlies for Sarah while she got her son from playgroup. We agreed 5 were pregnant (one very soon because she was so grumpy and at best a sack of potatoes about to pop).
She finally came up with requests and called me today to thank me for the things I left I thought she could make use of and asked if I'd be there next week? Cuddle those babies- wouldn't miss it!
I found a newsagent willing to give us left over newspapers and my mum's church is going to put out an appeal for bedding. Now I need to find some wire and lino, wood and tarpauling.
Ideas?
I decided rather than going to the RSPCA- which really would not help the problem I offered my services of labour and sourcing materials. It was 'sort of' accepted and although Sarah agreed help with cleaning would be useful she wouldn't not come out with what she was short of.
Then last week she agreed I could go over and help with her pregnant intake. I decided to text her before I went over to check it was still ok and what to take. She phoned me straight back and said she didn't want me to go over.
It turned out she suspected I was working for another rescue centre who she doesn't get on with. I was totally honest and told her about my friends in Crawley who in turn did know the centre Sarah had fallen out with. I don't know any of these people (only Liz).
So all ends well. I got lots of cuddles on lots of piggies (about 30!) and I cleared out the girlies for Sarah while she got her son from playgroup. We agreed 5 were pregnant (one very soon because she was so grumpy and at best a sack of potatoes about to pop).
She finally came up with requests and called me today to thank me for the things I left I thought she could make use of and asked if I'd be there next week? Cuddle those babies- wouldn't miss it!
I found a newsagent willing to give us left over newspapers and my mum's church is going to put out an appeal for bedding. Now I need to find some wire and lino, wood and tarpauling.
Ideas?