Poor Hank. Most of the sheep closest in, maybe all but Renny way over on the left, still hate him. After all these years. Woolliam there on the right with the nose spots takes every opportunity to punch him. Boudreaux will run over the top of you to "get away" from him if he just looks his way.
As soon as Hank sounds his warning bark however (this time just for Hickory), they'll all go running back to the barn, the bad apples leading the way. Isn't that always the way...
"We'll USE you...but won't give you any credit."
And good ol' Hank just keeps on.
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When I was a kid, we lived right next to a big park. I remember once when the fog was so thick we played hide-and-seek in the fog. Is that what the sheep are doing?
Ours skies looked that way for three days, but not clean fog, no...nasty dirt from Utah!
Linda
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