My lamb thinks he’s a dog. When Homeland Security and his Deputy get called in, Barron appears to think he’s one of the boys and comes clomping on up the stairs and begs at the door to come in with them. He insists on getting doggie treats (rice and lamb?) with them and is mad at me when he doesn’t.
Woof Woof! I’m a dog! I chase cats!
Yesterday we had a school bus pull into our driveway. It was from a different district and for whatever reason, managed to get lost and drove nearly 2 miles up a road that wasn’t on it’s route. Truth be told, he never needed to turn up any road, his route just follows one road out to the end of the lake where he turns around and drives back into town. Instead, he drove up the road and decided our driveway looked like a good place to turn around. Apparently, turning isn’t his strong suit as when he backed out, he forgot to turn the steering wheel and backed into our mailbox on the other side of the road.
So this morning someone from the city school district came out and put it back up. Barron, being the thoughtful lamb he is, went out to help. He was the supervisor. As the man dug the hole, Barron watched and gave instructions, and ate the long blades of grass that got tossed aside by the shovel. I’m sure this guy from the city had never had a lamb at his side while working before, but being a city employee he’s no doubt accustomed to taking orders from superiors with about the same IQ as Barron.
Barron is not the only abnormal animal around here. Cleo is becoming quite the nuisence. Try watching tv with this cat around. She’s made a Christmas list of the things she’d like and communicates quite clearly to us what she’d like.
Look! Santa Claus is coming to town!
Mmmm…I’d like one of her, please. Will she need batteries? Do the ingredients for that dinner come with, or should I ask for that separately?
Bigheads! I need 9. One for each life.