Oliver

By Janet Mary Crunican

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 30, 2005
• ISBN: 9781477179376

Janet Mary Crunican

Janet Mary Cruncian is a prolific author of the Children books; The Horse and the Mole, Oliver and the wholesome loveable series; Little House On The Farm. Janet has also written numerous articles and short stories. Her passion is being creative. Janet was born in 1964 in Portland Oregon. Grew up in the town of Lake Oswego Oregon. Ever since Janet was in third grade at Upland Elementary school determined she would be an author. Janet would sit at her deck on a rainy day to write stories and create books. Janet loves to read and is fascinated with children's books that make lasting heart warming memories. Janet loves words and the word of God, in her childhood her two favorite books were the Dictionary and the Bible. Janet is the President of Television Toastmasters. Janet has been in involved in Toastmaster for over twenty years. She is an accomplished articulate speaker and writer. Janet writes and speaks weekly in Toastmasters clubs. Janet has an great affinity for children and animals she takes tremendous joy in writing her books. Her books are suitable and devoured by all. Janet enjoys telling authentic stories about her own children's unique life growing up on the farm. Stories that warm hearts and give valuable lessons. In Janet's spare time she loves being around her horses, having quality time with her two daughters and writing her latest book. Today Janet lives on a farm in Cornelius Oregon with her husband and two daughters.

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Oliver

Janet Mary Crunican

Copyright © 2005 by Janet Mary Crunican.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Afterward,

a note from the author

Oliver

To

Oliver

Who Forever

Changed My Life

And My Grateful Blessings

Of

Our two daughers

Kaylee And Kendra

I Love You forever and for always

because you are my dear ones.

Janet Mary Crunican

Chapter 1

It seemed as if Easter came and went. I went out to the barn to check on Sasha, my purebred Arabian mare, after all the guests left from our Easter brunch. It must have been about 8:30 pm in the evening, and Sasha was already tucked away into her stall. I went over to spend some time with her, and as I was petting her, I checked her udder to see if her wax was coming in yet. I noticed that she was dripping some clear fluid, and not realizing it was her milk, I thought it must have been her waxing the step before the milk. I didn’t think anything of it because the fluid was a transparent color. I went back to the house and told my husband that I think for sure Sasha is going to have her baby this week.

The next morning, it was frosty outside. All of the ground outside was blanketed with frost. My husband joked and said, You better go out and check your pony, because don’t they always give birth on cold, frosty spring mornings.

Then my husband looked out the window and said, all excited, I see a baby out there in the barn!

But I thought he was teasing me.

Look, there is something in the barn with your horse, he repeated.

I just figured it was probably one of the white geese that have been hanging out with my horse.

Then Marty said again, You better go check on your horse!

Well, I thought I needed to go and feed the horses anyway, and besides, nothing brings me more pleasure than being around horses and feeding them. I just love all parts of taking care of them. As I put on my boots, I noticed it really was cold out. I wrapped my ears in an ear warmer, put on my coat and mittens, and grabbed my two carrots for the horses. I remember walking across the grass that day; all the frost left a trail of where I have been. I walked carefully across the bridge, being cautious not to fall and slip into the icy water. I tried to walk as fast as I could; normally I always feel that I can never get to my horses soon enough.

As I approached the barn, I almost couldn’t believe what I saw looking at me. It was Sasha and her beautiful baby Oliver. Oliver was creamy dark brown, with three white socks; starting clockwise from his front right hoof. He had a handsome long white blaze traveling down his forehead to the tip of his nose. I had my camera in my pocket and took numerous pictures and kept saying, He’s so beautiful, he’s so beautiful, in between tears of happiness.

Oh, Sasha, I said as I gave her a hug around her neck. I am so proud of you! You are a mommy! Oh, sweetie. I love you so much. I continued to pat her and noticed her walking around her baby.

I went over to the baby and held him in my arms. One of my clients told me that immediately after they hit the ground, you need to cradle them in your arms. I felt Oliver struggle to get free; I continued to tell Oliver that I loved him.

I shortly noticed as I stood back and watched my two beautiful animals that Oliver wanted to nurse and Sasha didn’t want him around her. She didn’t mind if he hung out with her, but she didn’t want him near her. This was Sasha’s first baby, and she was in a lot of pain and might not have known what is happening.

I immediately ran back to the house, completely out of breath. I told my husband Sasha had her baby. I raced around the house trying to find the veterinarian’s phone number. My mind seemed as scrambled as eggs. I couldn’t even find the veterinarian’s phone number. My husband started to get impatient.

You nuthead! yelled my husband. Don’t you have the veterinarian’s phone number in your book?

I said, No! as I began to panic. Help me find the veterinarian’s phone number! Besides, I want to switch veterinarians, he is way too expensive.

This is no time to be switching veterinarians! my husband yelled, as the walls in the house seemed as if they were shaking.

You need to call the doctor! He is your veterinarian. It will really hurt his feelings if you don’t call him.

OK! I said. I will call him, but this is the last time I am going to use him as my veterinarian.

We found his phone number, and I called him. I told him that my mare is not letting the foal nurse.

I will be right there, Janet, said the veterinarian. We might have to tranquilize your mare and see then if she will stand for the foal.

How far away are you right now! I cried.

I am in Hillsboro, I will be there shortly, he said.

Please hurry, I said. The baby needs help immediately.

OK, I will be right there as fast as I can, said the doctor.

I was feeling frustrated, thinking he is probably going