The Crossbar Motel

Keebler has been corralled and collared and has lost all his yard privileges.

Let me start off by telling you that if you do not want a sheep to do something, for goodness sake, never say the words "No, don't do that!"

"Keebler, come back here!"



"Stay out of that asparagus!"

Punkin would be proud to know that The Keebster has continually outsmarted (and out run!) me lately. The concrete sheep in the foreground marks his grave, under the asparagus. He too was a cute little brat who's motto in life seemed to be drive it like you stole it...and steal as much as you can.

For example, he'd have hay in his stall, but if he had the chance, he'd run over to the full bale to "steal" the exact same hay and shovel in his mouth as fast as he could before I could "catch" him.

Yep, that's the look all right.

He kind of looks at least a little remorseful here.

Don't be fooled.

He's just chewing.

And I think his collar is pretty cute.