Poyner Goat Company

Glory

Glory 1Glory came to us several years ago, along with her daughter, as fosters for the NASRN. They were to stay a few weeks and then move on to their forever homes. The daughter did go on to Arizona to a wonderful home where she still lives to this day. But, Glory was to be a story all in herself. She was an alpha extreme, she hiked her leg to urinate. She was food aggressive, yet she was the most adept perimeter guardian we had ever seen. We all took to Glory quickly, and our fondness of her grew into love by the time she was slated to leave for her new home. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, we drove Glory to the meeting place for her to catch a ride with a transport. I introduced her to the kind man, and handed him her lead. He took her for a walk, while I sat in the truck and cried. As we were getting ready to leave, Glory pulled the man back to the truck window and stood, putting her head on my chest and whining.

I was a sobbing mess as we left her there. After a couple of days of mourning, I sent an email to Carleen Conyers with NASRN, telling her that if it did not work out in Glory's new home, to please let her come back to me. Several months went by, and I got an email one day. My heart did flips. Would I take Glory back? I could not type fast enough, and my reply was a page full of YES! I drove to Tulsa to meet her transport. When I pulled up at the meeting place, I saw her sitting on the grass just looking around. I pulled up and spoke to Glory, "Where have you been?" Glory jumped to her feet, recognizing me instantly. My heart soared and sunk at the same time. Glory was so skinny, not the robust girl I had sent out, but, she was still my beautiful girl and I was thrilled to have her back no matter what her condition. I opened the back of my Explorer, and Glory loaded up, refusing to let anyone but me remove her lead. She would not come out of the truck at all during the 3 hour trip home. When we reached the farm, she sat up and I could hear her tail thumping.


Glory

I parked the truck and opened the back of it up. Glory jumped out and went straight to the gate, waiting impatiently for me to open it and let her back in her pasture. It took awhile to put the weight back on Glory, but we did, and she looks beautiful again. It also took a great deal of time to once again get her over her food aggression, but she is back to the wonderful girl that we thought we had lost forever. That was many years ago, and Glory is still in the pasture. She has not left it once, and she refuses to leave it. The vet comes here to give her check ups, as she has no intention of going anywhere again. Due to her age, we recently retired her to a more cushy job, she works with young pups, but we don't have her in with the mature rescue dogs that come in. She doesn't have it in her anymore to keep them in line, and she has turned her reign over to Rico. Glory will always be the queen at our farm.