I was pottering around in my kitchen this morning – making the traditional spagetti bolognaise for Floss’ return (she’s been away south).
Guess who appeared at the kitchen door?
Aww, my little boy, Lambie, complete with his lovely Winning Smile.
While I cooked the bolognaise, Lambie entertained himself by wandering around the house.
I don’t think Monster was too impressed.
He had been having a lovely uninterrupted morning snooze in one of his many beds.
Then ‘Ster got wind of Lambie’s travels and wanted into the house too. Now ‘Ster is never allowed in the house. I know, I know…..one rule for Lambie and another for everyone else but that’s how it goes as Lambie is sort of vaguely housetrained (only a Muzzah knows).
So I said “All sheep have to go outside!” and went back to my cooking. A while later, I popped my head outside to see a pathetic sight and of course my granite heart instantly melted. (BeAnne can easily squoze herself backwards and forwards through the gate.)
So Lambie had a Secret Biccie instead!
He is a very special little sheep and he does ask so very nicely.
It is mind control. Lambie looks at me and I am forced to open the biscuit tin. A little known fact, certain sheeple now love Oreo’s!