So what were those pesky events anyway?
|Don't touch my babe|
First off, my Dorper ewes are still overly cautious of their babes making any dog work on them undesirable at best. My ewes are proving to be very good mothers, milking like Holsteins and fiercely protective. I will breed them all again.
|So, where is that box stall you promised me?|
Then we had an uncommon amount of rainfall. It is still raining as I write, and it's a bit nippy by Cali standards. Was that a huge guffaw I heard from you hearty folks in the truly cold country? OKOK, I deserved that.
|800 mg Motrin! You're missing out if you haven't tried it|
A latent back problem was exacerbated at work, and I got a cold. My sore back is the result of mild scoliosis, previously undiagnosed and discovered in an X-ray, but the cold was not bad.
And finally the addition of fresh sheep, which are simply too fresh to tolerate any of my dogs except Price, the world's steadiest sheepdog. (for my money, any way) Well, Star man did great with them too, but stock and dog went to opposite corners of a 3-ac pasture when Mirk approached, so I left them to settle. Bill Gary described these 9 month old Border Cheviots as "little kittehs," and he's not far off.
So what were the dogs up to?
|Now 6 month old Jed busied himself grinning and playing|
|Star man did chores as needed|
|Price defended his canine superiority|
|Mirk patiently waited. for. me.|
|And Dexter made sure his winter duds fit right and looked sharp|
That is all...