Little Lamb Chop, our “wanna be” ram needed to be wormed. Lamb Chop is a very lucky wether ( ram without his “bits”) he will never be teamed up with mashed potato and mint sauce. This scruffy little guy was bottle fed after rejection by a totally inept mom and endeared himself to us over the following weeks as his attitude grew faster than his scrawny diminutive body. The task of worming Lamb Chop was assigned to WOOFER Ginger and she quickly discovered that administering the wormer was in fact easier than feeding candy to a baby. The scruffy wether has an “ever open” policy and would, if he could, sell his soul for a carrot… or even a portion of a carrot. People means attention and attention is, potentially, treat time. Ginger entered the pasture armed with the drench and, I’m sure, anxious that the lamb would put up some resistance to the medication. Ginger doesn’t know Lamb Chop !!! The lamb would have eaten the drench as well as its contents… and he looked for seconds. Hol-ley the quickly maturing little Dexter calf was not going to be left out where food appeared to be involved and she intently checked out and confirmed that the contents of the drench were gone before Ginger was allowed to leave the pasture.
Time I moved. The condition of my back since the surgery is causing concern, please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Take care, keep safe, M