Sorry about the lambCouple of days ago, I sat down with a glass of iced tea and was looking out the window. Buford was zigzagging around in the field, playing. He pounced. I saw a flash of white. Cattle egret? Lamb? The white flashed again and Buford pounced again. I was out the door and running. I don’t run so good, but I was doing my best imitation.
Buford had a lamb. It was my tiny triplet ewe lamb, Dandelion. I lost it. I don’t hit my dogs, but I slapped Buford across the face, hard. I grabbed him on both sides by the scruff of his neck, yelling and shaking him. I was so mad. I dragged him up to the lamb, steadily scolding. I put him in the kennel. I took him out the next morning to let him potty, on a leash. Took him in the ewe pen and gave him a lamb lesson. I picked up Dandelion, put her under his nose, told him No. Mine. Mine. Not yours. I put him back in the kennel.
After I fed yesterday evening and closed up the sheep for the night, I let Buford out with Sentry and Sheba. I fed them, let them play for a couple of hours, then put Buford in a small pen next to the ewes and lambs. I have about 8 ewes due in June and July, so he will be in the pen next to them. I’ll give him lamb lessons daily and pen him when they are out on the field. I’ll let him out with the ram and his 7 ladies. Any time on the field with the ewe crew and lambs will be closely supervised.
I was hoping he was out of the teenage stupids, but it’s back. We go back to the beginning and start all over. Goofball.
Nope, she is fine, none the worse for “play”.Bay, did Buford kill the lamb? It wasn't clear to me. Oh sorry if he did. You aren't afraid that he will bite you when you are disclplening him?