This morning was sunny, so Dad decided it would be a unique opportunity to round all of the ewe-lambs and tips at a certain out farm and fluke them all. We are so late with this - it was supposed to be done before Christmas! Christmas, I tell you!
We looked the sheep with Sheila a usual, and ran into Daisy.
After that, we had a debate - which dogs should we bring (since we now have Kim to choose from a well as Sheila, things can be tricky)? In the end we settled on Sheila for number of reasons - one of which was we could stop Sheila running off after cars and generally being crazy. We brought Fly along too, because of her brain.
Sheila has a look at the view. “Oooh, view…”
“I’m not crazy - just plain crazy. Oh.”
“Get the good side…”
“I’m fed up now - go talk to someone else.”
Fly has a run around, just a field away from the edge of Tollymore Forest Park.
Head to head - and winning.
Running to catch up with Fly.
The beautiful view of the Mourne Mountains and Tollymore Forest Park, but for Sheila, fox wee is much more interesting. I tell you.