My poor wee Lambie. He was having a moment yesterday so I let him out of his field and quickly found out what was wrong – the flies. He hates flies and it was a windless day so they were out in force.
I went for my walk and he said he would follow me, but didn’t leaving to go to a high part of the hill to get away from the beastly flies.
After my walk, I went up the hill to find Lambie and to check he was ok. Hard to miss – always different.
I sat down with him and we had a chat.
I even managed a small Winning Smile, which was lovely.
And then quickly back to “vanting to be alone”.
Poor Lamb-Lamb. He hates flies and really struggles. When he eventually came home, he ran into the house so I sprayed him with a citronella mixture. He went back outside coughing and threatening to die.
I even thought about letting Lambie sleep in my shed – I have a camp bed so could keep an eye and could burn a few joss-sticks but the spray mixture seemed to work and he calmed down. Today has been better. There is a breeze.
Last night was spent on Amazon buying anti-fly collars and a citronella dog tag as well. I hope it comes quickly. I hate it when he is so unhappy. I worry.