As opposed to baby sitting. The lady across the way from us has gone to the city to await the arrival of her second child, and we are looking after her dog, and her lamb.
I believe she has separation anxiety issues, not to mention a personality disorder of some sort. And as you can see, she is not a wool sheep, but a fat tailed meat sheep. The difference in their coats/wool is remarkable.
She is also very vocal about feeding times.
Georgie, ever the animal lover, is very taken with her. I am not sure the feeling is mutual, given that she seems to have attached her affections to me, which is a bit of pain when she follows me upstairs, I have to say. I do have a policy about NO SHEEP in the house!
Thank heaven for small mercies!