It’s all from the farm today: Lambs! Finally! Lady Baa Baa had two healthy, little ewe lambs last week. Yearling Pepper had an all white, frisky male Saturday night. I thought of last week’s post about the healing powers of oxytocin while I watched them frolic this morning. I wish everyone could start their day watching lambs play; if they could I suspect the world would be a better place.
Here is Lady Baa Baa and her two adorsable lambs. (No, that’s not a typo. There’s something about the non-word “adors-able” that fits with baby lambs.) Was I not writing about the power of oxytocin just last week?
Willie and Maggie got in a lot of sheep work this weekend. Here Willie stalks up to the flock to get them moving toward me. I love seeing the sheep with the sky as the background.
On Saturday the University of Wisconsin Undergraduate Society came out to meet the lambs and watch the dogs work. I love spending time with these energetic young students. I am sure that Jim and I had more fun than they did.
Sunday morning was all about Puppy Up! Madison. Amazing! What an outpouring of love and support. Being there was something special for sure. A dedicated group of hard-working people (including the amazing Beth V) raised a miraculous $121,694! Thanks to friends, Facebook and people like you, I managed to go over my initial goal of $3,000 and contribute $4,380 toward the goal. Wow. Humbling.
We brought Tootsie, shown here greeting some other Cavaliers at the beginning of the walk. We didn’t bring either of the BCs: A bit too much stimuli for Willie and definitely a no go for Maggie–she would have had a melt down.
Too bad though for Willie–one of his favorite humans in the entire world was there–Courtney Arnoldy, his miracle-producing physical therapist who helped us through over 12 months of rehab after his shoulder surgery. I am sure that he never could live the life he does if it hadn’t been for Courtney and his surgeon, Dr. Susan Schaefer. That’s Courtney on the left, with her dog Roscoe and her husband, whose name I can’t remember, because I can remember dog’s names but not people’s. Sigh.
And finally, what spring weekend wouldn’t be complete without some serious gardening? Lots of that, including transplanting Dutchman’s Breeches (a native ephemeral wildflower) from a friend’s woods. Most of the gardening included the unglamorous job of hacking away at raspberries and grape vines attempting to swallow my plum trees like a slow motion frog on a fly, but there was plenty of time to savor the beauty of our tulips. I do love tulips so… no wonder there were wars over them in times past.