Every sheep, like good little boys, went into their field with the help of a bag of carrots being waved at them. Inspiration and subsequent reward are everything.
All except one.
Lambie went and sat outside the front door.
And waited.
He had a not-so-little friend too to keep him company.
(this is when she puts her head back so I can kiss the top of her head – I luffs her)
Feeling sorry for a poor miserable and now-lonely sheep, I gave Lambie a second breakfast.
And then conveniently my OH went into town.
So guess who came home!
(smug face)
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I don’t think he realises he’s a sheep!
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shhhh…. say nothing
Really – this is the cutest! No wonder everyone loves living with you!
Oh, that Lambie is a sly one!
awww love that lambie….so smart and adapts well to your house, it seems. great pics. Thanks Frances.
Anyone who thinks sheep are not bright needs only to see this post. Well played, Lambie, well played!