Its bandage off for Stella on Saturday and her shoes as well. Back to bare feet and with luck hardening her up. My intention is to keep her shoeless and natural. But that depends on her memory. Will she blaim me for the vet cutting away at her leg and the hang over. I will find out soon.
She demonstrated a little temper yesterday. I had not seen her for a few days due to the rain but last night there was still some daylight when I got home so out into the paddock I went. Whistled Stella and she started to amble to me, not in a hurry, then the sheep thought I had some feed for them and came running. Stella not to be out done put on a burst of speed straight at me. I survived, she skidded to a stop, ignored me and turned to the sheep, beat you look on her face. And I thought she was pleased to see me.
The sheep arrived and crouded around, that's good as I have to prep one for the BBQ in the weekend. Stella started pushing them away and using her teeth to grab them around the neck. A bit of a mixed signal for me, She came when whistled, pushed the sheep away from me, but when I started to give her some attention turned her back to me. I'll never figure out Mares, what is this, I don't want you but no one else can have you attitude.
Off to work I go, but before I do I'll get she who must be obeyed a coffee in bed. That should get me some brownie points. Heavens knows I need them.
In trouble again