Our Favorite Local Lambie

Much to her dismay, Miss Maisie has been living in the barn for several months now.  She's had a "crib" to sleep in at night so no one would pick on her (B. Willard, I'm talking to you!) and the little lamb lot for during the day.  

Lately she's gotten big enough that she's had free reign to go in and out of her lamb pen and has started going out into the big field with the rest of the sheep...if I go with her.  If I don't go with her she just stands around and yells at me.  And tries to get me to give her babas (!).  Or "cereal".  Or both.  We were beginning to think she was never going assimilate.

Today though, I looked out and saw a sheep with a big, long tail out with the big kids.  All by herself!

"What do you see over there Maisie?"

It was her best friend, Hank.  She quickly joined him on patrol duty.

You can see how frustrating it must be to be a hard working, honest, loyal, kind protection dog with the majority of our sheep.  Hank strolls up and everyone makes a run for the barn.  Yeesh, you all!    

Now you have to keep in mind that while they act like they hate Hank, they can be out in a field when he  barks his warning bark to tell them to get to safety and they'll run to him like he's their only hope.  He seems to let that just roll off his back...like the good dog he is.

So, almost everyone has now run to the barn.  Just Hank's "kids" are left out by the Frog Pond.  I watched Maisie for a few more minutes and the called her name.  

"Mom?"

"Mom!"

She's still my baby :-).