I had a double escort from the barn to the house tonight. Casey usually waits in the bushes by the back step for me, but once in while she comes all the way down the driveway and walks up with me. And sometimes Tiggy will walk to the house with me before saying goodnight and then heading off for his nightly ramblings. Occasionally they will both walk with me. Here’s the problem; they do not like each other. So neither of them wants to walk near the other, or walk ahead of the other (in case of a sneak attack form behind). So they have to have me in the middle, which would be fine if the weren’t constantly trying to switch sides while never letting the other out of their sight. Right in front of where I am trying to put my feet. And stopping to make sure the other does not get behind them. Right where I am trying to put my feet. While I am carrying the day’s eggs. In the dark. Good times.
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Llama Toes, you are so weird!

She can’t just eat at the manger like a normal sheep. She has to take a mouthful, walk to the middle of the barn, chew it up, then go back for another mouthful.
You may be wondering about the name Llama Toes. Here are the feet of a normal sheep (Bear, in fact):
Here are Llama Toes’s feet:
She walks just fine, is not in pain, just a weird genetic anomaly. Sissy and I toyed with the idea of naming her Camel Toes, but decided the negative connotations might give the wrong idea.
Pita!

You are such a creep sneak!
Zzzzz

Albert




