Mia Mattsson Mercer

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A Negative Veterinarian was Reprimanded by Young Animal Rescuers

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Column for Swedish Magazine by Mia Mattsson

Southern Italy 2010 –Olivia is five years old and Max is three years old.

Having children can often be a great and wonderful challenge. Children dare to be more outspoken, and in every conceivable situation. Also I have noticed when I give the children what I think is ‘good’ advice it is really me who should listen extra carefully and follow it instead.

Since I am not much better at keeping my own room in order though I desperately try…or do I, honestly?

One day the children and I went to the veterinary clinic with a sick dog we had picked up from the streets. His name was Lui, the locals told us. The dog was older and had been ‘happily’ homeless for several years. However, now he had problems with his joints after so many nights out in the cold. The dog Lui had also an internal disease, which had to be kept under control with medication. The children and I could offer Lui the following: a warm dog bed, good nutritious food, and the right medicine. Not to mention all the love we would pour over him. His last year would and should be good, we promised him. The vet welcomed us without looking me in the eyes. 

Max, my son, protested loudly that one should always look into one’s the other’s eyes when greeting. Abashed, I smiled at the vet. 

While the vet examined Lui, I updated him about the dog’s background. 

“I don’t understand all these people who rescue sick dogs!” the doctor muttered.

 When I was on my way to protest, he put the stethoscope in his ears. 

I bit my tongue, smiling towards my children who looked like two small question marks. 

“In my opinion this dog would never live!” exclaimed the vet. “You collect a lot of sick animals.” he continued. 

My daughter Olivia looked at him with her wise blue eyes and replied calmly,

 “And you collect a lot of negative thoughts. My mother always says that no one should collect such thoughts!” 

That’s Amore!

Summer Joy

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The joy I feel, when the horses can go (run) out to their “summer holiday pastures” is an amazing feeling. However, I know that their joy is “explosive happiness” as a little girl told me years ago, while they explores the pasture for the first time, this year.

Our rescue horses, which we rescued — for different reasons, —are extremely happy today, together with some other senior horses. The place is magical beautiful, surrounded with gorgeous nature.

It is a blessing for our, and their souls- hearts- and minds. Being in a moment is a blessing.

That’s Amore!

Poop Diving Love

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Rescue horse Oregon, is the one that keeps me and life going. I am so lucky to have him in my life. Sometimes I do wonder, “who rescued who?”

Oregon is 29 years old and acts like a big American Football player. He can suddenly just come up and push you 20 meters straight ahead. He is determined to move the object which forgot to bring the carrots.

I clean him up while talking. I have no idea what I am saying. We are just having that great conversation. We just are just hanging out together. He looks great, shinny and handsome.

I leave his box for only 30 seconds to get something. When I return, he has done what he loves the most. Poop 💩 diving.

Only love can start over again.

That’s Amore!

Counting Carrots and Goodies

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When inside the house the whole days and evenings— except running in the garden, walking dogs. More food is being consumed in our household.

And talk about goodies suddenly disappearing in a blink of an eye 🙂 Different hiding places are being found by them. Their noses are being perfect.

However, the amount of carrots and apples stays the same, but not the goodies 🙂

When questioning who ate all the ice cream, the kids always have the same innocent eyes, even the six dogs.

You got to Love them, two legged and four legged kids. Even when you see the small traces of chocolate on their t shirts.

That’s Amore!

Listen!

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She was a teenager. Living in an emotionally abusive home. Alcohol was often being consumed by her Father.

She told many adults, asking them for help. Some said she needed anxiety pills. Others said, there was no proof. Some looked at her with sad eyes.

The Father claimed he loved her, but was never present in her life. It sounded good, he lived her. He told stories, and people listened and filled him with sorrows. Those kind of sorrows which filled him with power to continuing destroying the little hope which was being left inside of her chest.

He was a master of lies.

Never before had he pictures framed of her.

He framed pictures and made sure people would see them. He really loves her, they thought, not knowing it was a scam.

She promised herself never to stay silent just to make him comfortable. If it so was the last thing she did!

The stables are closing down due to the Corona virus. Group lessons are being on hold. Competitions are also on hold. Until when, no one knows.

Me and my daughter ,are so thankful for the horses we take care. We are getting out of the house every day. Even those day’s when we only want to pull a blanket over our heads. Especially now, it is so easy to fall into a boring mood, which easily falls into laziness.

Every day we go to the stable. My daughter also gets to jump a beautiful horse named Concara. Every Thursday.

That is my daughters and mine favorite day— and I believe it’s Concaras too. The Jumping lesson is “only” for 30 minutes, however, we are longing the whole day, and afterwards, are we so filled with joy.

A whole day with happiness that takes place 30 minutes. Now, that’s joy. That’s Amore!

🐎Thank you trainer Stefan Hirsch, for inspirational trainings every Thursday.

🐎Thank you Concaras owner Britta Kreiss, for trusting My daughter, to jump your horse.

Stay healthy everyone. 💚