yesterday and she was our house lamb for another day and that little lady made
sure that she would be remembered by us all ! For obvious reasons, the first
thing that happens when Chance comes through the kitchen door.....Chance is very
quickly sealed into an almost exclusive ( well, there are only several million
others sold daily !!)size 4 Baby Dry diaper with a hole insert for a designer
tail. Attaching a diaper on a squirming lamb who has thoughts only for 20 oz of
goat milk which is still cold in the refrigerator is next to
impossible...keeping a squirming lamb occupied while the culinary feast is
prepared, ...totaly impossible !
to steal Bran the Border Collies Milk Bone from between his canines,
anticipating a blood bath I quickly whisked her away into less hostile teritory
and she found the dogs food bowl which she proceeded to sample until she found
herself looking into Brans less than impressed eyes. Bran has been exceptionally
tolerant of the lamb that has invaded his territory but when tolerance involves
sharing his food, tolerance is in short supply. Whilst virtual war is being
declared on the kitchen floor, Greg is preparing her bottle...NOT fast enough
!!! Chance has learnt to recognize the little red teat that means food and those
little pointed hooves scrabble across the floor, legs all akimbo as she slips
and slides on the linoleum. Once that little pink mouth wraps around the teat
there is no moving it until only the air bubbles are left to pop inside the
plastic Cola bottle.
A consquence of drinking 20 ozs of rich goat milk is, what goes in must come out...and without fail, it does. Sometimes I think more comes out than goes in but that is only my personal opinion ...being the one who usually cleans it up. Chance was nicely tucked up in her diaper, dozing on my lap, tummy nice and full when I recognized that I had a problem..and it wasn't good ! The first indication was the unmistakeable smell....of the sheep pen. A closer look at the sleeping lamb and I quickly became aware of a design failure in our proto type lamb diaper......the tail hole didn't retain the little white tail which had disapeared into the tastefully decorated diaper. Little blue clouds scatter across the butt with cheery chicks and red frogs throwing balls ( ?) ..but that wasn't all that was decorating said diaper and like I said.... it wasn't good. Any mom will remember that "Oh my gosh, how do I do this, with the least damage done", I had twins, I remember it in duplicate, from head to tail...I remember it well. The moms amongst us remember it with 2 legs to try to untangle without wearing it ourselves, now try to imagine it with 4 legs and a tail to try to sort out, oh, and a tail hole that was acting like a toothpaste tube, the more she wriggled and jiggled the more "toothpaste" was squeezed out the tail hole. Well, it turned into a two man and a lamb job and If I was looking forward to my dinner beforehand, I certainly wasn't by the time sweet little Chance was cleaned up.
Actually, thinking about it now, ( though I'd rather not ) I guess it was just telling me that it was time Chance stayed at the farm, her baby do dos were more than the size 4 diaper was designed for. We had saved her life, she is healthy and hearty and it's time for her to shed her diaper and learn to be a sheep. Chance will never be anyones dinner so her unfortunate beginning ( moms rejection) was in fact a blessing for her...and she will always be special.
It's time I found another position to torture discs L5 and S1, so, have a safe Sunday, take care, M