I see Gus-Gus and Dahlia most mornings.  They turn up for their breakfast.  Pepper is always pleased to see her friend, Gussie.  Dahlia less so, though she and Pepper have reached an agreement and Dahlia is less fierce with her.  I reckon Dahlia has realised there is really no point in protecting her son.  He is an independent little chap who loves his grub and treats.  He also likes to wear his food.  It’s his thing.

I was busy with my latest invention – two gutter pipes put together to make a drain for the puddle water that I have to empty daily at the moment.  Dahlia was intrigued with my efforts and ingenuity and came over to have a better look.

Gussie wanted food.  He always wants food.

So I told them to go into the sheep shed, eat the hay and help themselves to the licks.  They have all this in their own shed too but other folks’ food always tastes better.

Of course, Gussie tried to work his charm on me.

I told him he was a scruffy little Herbert.

While I was working away, I looked down to find my coat was being chewed.

Honestly, Gussie, that’s not food!

I left mother and son to the licks and haynets, had lunch and went into my own shed to make more sheeple.  At least they are slightly cleaner.