Remember sweet Lamby?
Our rambunctious little lamb, who left for greener pastures in the country six months ago.
She’s baa ack.
Only she’s not quite so little these days. And she seems to have adopted some baaad arse behaviours.
And she has an attitude to match
Look how pushy she’s become.
“Let me in”.
Seriously, does she not realise how many roast lamb jokes have been tossed around in this house?
She clearly has no idea, otherwise there’s no way she’d be trying to get into our kitchen.
For those of you not acquainted with Lamborghini (AKA Lamby) she came into our lives last year, after she was rejected by her mum and my daughter brought her home from the farm she was working on.
We bottle fed her and raised her and, over the following nine months, she wormed her way into our hearts … and our backyard.
She featured in many of my posts.
Harry and her become best mates and I think she grew to believe she was a dog.
On the hobby farm where she lives, she still (apparently) prefers the company of dogs to sheep.
Now, whilst a new fence is being built, she’s temporarily back in our yard. It’s been an interesting fortnight, to say the least.
Her eating habits haven’t changed. Her appetite is verocious.
My lemon tree was just starting to thrive before she got to it again.
On the plus side my overgrown lawn has had a good mow so she’s saved me a job.
But if possible, it seems she’s developed even more cheekiness.
I thought maybe she was playing but, if she was, it was like a rugby tackle with a bear.
Then today it happened again and I realised it was no game.
Roll on the weekend when she’s picked up and taken home.
I still love my Lamby but I have a feeling if she stayed she’d become prime roasting mutton, infused with rosemary and mint. Just kidding, I think!
Best she goes back to her own flock.
Sometimes it’s good to let go and not look back. Sometimes nice memories are best kept that way.
She came, she made an impact and she moved on. Like many things that come into our lives.
Things change, circumstances change, but we can still keep the good times in our heart.
That’s what I’ll be doing.
As Spring begins here in Australia I wish you all love and happiness and a colorful, delicious and fun month ahead, free of too many head butts and tackles.
May we all continue to love and learn and enjoy the journey.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. – Anatole France
In response to: Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Animal Companions