Still no lambs with little cone heads. I’m posting this picture for Stace who is an expert on judging lambing dates by viewing sheep from certain angles. “Stace, do you think Lara is ready to lamb yet?”
While I was waiting for the lambs I took a walk around the house and found this. How would some tupperware find itself half buried in the flower bed?
….and it looks like it has been chewed.
Now I see, it seems Molly wants to bury a plastic dish like it is a bone. Another bad habit that I need to stop her from continuing.
Molly has really grown, unfortunately for her it is time to get her fixed.
Molly does not like wearing her cone head. She doesn’t do a very good job of judging how wide the cone is and is ramming into everyone and everything.
The cone is mostly used to prevent her from chewing the area on her leg where she had her mutant extra toe removed. Unfortunately Molly has learned that the cone amplifies her “talk: howling, it’s going to be a long 2 weeks.
p.s. I have not seen anything as funny as watching Molly try to run full speed outside with the wind blowing. The wind catches in her cone and she is careening all over the place!