I was definitely wanting a roo eventually. I know that God is in control of all things and not I, but I really wanted a Welsummer roo or one of those beautiful Game(?) ones. I'm cool with it, though. Now, when we get a new Dorothy, She'll have a Stanley and all will be complete.

All things have worked out for the best. Besides, when they were a little less than 2 weeks, Dorothy and Blanche had quite a case of wry neck. Dorothy nearly died and spent about a week sleeping on my chest in the bed with DH and I. I've sort of become attached. Even though "HE" doesn't seem to remember how sweet he was being back then. Now he's a rowdy little pecker. I couldn't part with him.