Guess who was in the house?
A very small black and white (fleckit is the Shetland name) Lambie.
He is so insignficant that we can barely see him.
Lambie had, somehow, managed to ditch the others in their field and come home. He didn’t care while they were calling for him, or to come out.
Lambie treated this place like a hotel – coming and going on a whim. Some were less than impressed.
Lambie is a social beast. He feels and he cares despite what our MP’s actually think and may they rot in the Hell that is waiting for them. Animals are sentient beings. End of.
Anywho, back off my soapbox…… Wussums was less than impressed with this new visitor. If you could currently smell the odour that surrounds Lambie (sheeple pee), you would understand Wu’s lack of enthusiasm for the meet n’ greet.
And then there was swiping. Not our best moment, to be perfectly honest.
Poor little Lamb-Lamb. Suddenly, Daisy heard OH’s car coming home so she quickly pushed Lambie outside while I Febrezed the house and we denied all knowledge!