I abandoned my dearly beloved for a week to visit my sister, but it was business as usual in the sheep barn. Lambs were born and bottle fed when necessary..
..and any leftovers always went to the most hardworking mutt. As usual.
Wait a minute. Since when did hanging out with the lambs mean preferential treatment for hunting dogs?
Standards always slip when I’m away.
Keep on blogging! I love your photos, and would love to live on a farm! The dog is too cute. I love his looonnnggg face…
You have to spoil them, they work so hard! Lovely post.