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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

It's Complicated

Remember this post? Where I naively said I hoped Keebler was not a "sad Keebler"? Little did I know how, um, well, um, interesting, yeah interesting life with Keebler would turn out. When people try to tell me sheep are dumb or don't have personality... I just have to laugh. We are drowning in personality around here. Keebler especially.



Keebs, my little baby, who has basically resigned himself to the fact that he has to live with a bunch of smelly, fuzzy, loud, pushy, food hogs (sheep) for some reason that he can't quite figure out. I'm sure he's confused about why Hank has to live out there too, as they both are quite obviously Not Sheep.

Monday night he got locked into a small stall with four (other) sheep (they need to be dry and not have full tummies before professional sheep shearers come). To make matters worse, it was his stall. Where he hangs out mostly by himself, sometimes with Graham and also Hank during the heat of the day. Where everyone pretty much leaves him alone. Because they too must understand that he is Not A Sheep.



I learned early on after weaning that Keebler could get his feelings hurt. Easily. And not speak to me - his dear momma - for days. I'd find myself trying to make up for whatever I'd done - too much attention to (other) sheep, go away for the weekend and not be there to tuck him in at night, cut all his hair off...

Finally, after two or three days of grovelling, he'd decide to let it go and then I could again scratch his ears, kiss his nose, feed him cookies and he'd come lay down out in the field next to me and everything was okay. A little free time in the yard by himself works pretty well now.



As long as he stays off the wool house porch. I see you eying my geranium, Keebs!

I have to say it's kind of nice to look out my kitchen door and see Keebler under a shade tree eating clover. Don't say anything to him about it though or I'll have to think up a new "punishment" for myself ;-).

11 comments:

Susan said...

OMG, do I LOVE that hair-do! They always look so vulnerable after shearing. That's when mine get all the graham crackers in the house. They 'guilt' me into it. Thanks for the great pictures.

Heather said...

I love your Keebler. I have since your very first post of him.

CathyD. said...

Awwww, a little free time in the yard sounds really nice but...
a few cookies couldn't hurt.
Just sayin...

flowerweaver said...

He definitely looks sad. But those bangs are cute! Hopefully his smiling face will soon return.

Leah said...

Keebler is a one shepherd sheep, that is for sure.

Jennie C said...

Awwww....He looks so cute with those bangs. :)

Lori Skoog said...

Keebler is adorable! And I love his new haircut...what a face.

sheepsclothing said...

Poor sweet little Keebs. I'm sure a little alone time in the yard will help him get over the trauma. Nothing like a sensitive sheep, eh?

DayPhoto said...

People tell us that cows are dumb as posts. HA! Boy do they not know or understand cows! So on that hand....I haven't met a living breathing anything yet, that really is lots LOTS smarter than people think!

Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

Shannon said...

Poor Keebler is a very complicated young man. Love his dreadlocks :)

junelle said...

Look at the bangs! Oh dear me I am smitten with a cute wool-do. I just want to squeeze him.