This little lamb completely wore me out today, I’ve lived with animals for more than two decades and he has taken me to the ringer, I don’t ever remember a rascal lamb like this one. Tonight when I went into check on him, he was standing in the black bowl where I put the fresh hay, stomping on and eliminating there. There was water all over the floor and it looks like he was walking around in the water bowl.

Before, when Deb Foster came by to check on things, I had fallen asleep inside of the house, when she texted me I told her I had just passed out and fallen asleep. She took this mean that I had collapsed and nearly called the police. That cursed lamb did this, I said, I am fine.

After he got his head stuck in the wooden planks in the stall, he seemed to be hurting and settled down. That didn’t last long, he is all over the place. Maybe I can get Darryl Kuehne to take him home before Maria gets back (Just kidding. Sort of.) I’m going to bed.