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“We should take the dog to plant the peas,” she said to me after we left the  farm store.  We had stopped to pick up a few odds and ends for the lambing kit…. and this girl, who knows me so well, saw and requested those rattley pea packets.  Some of the kids and my husBen were at a beekeeping seminar .. we are  always learning this art of caring for bees albeit with a few thousand casualties …. so these littlest ladies and me were fully taking advantage of this beautiful 60* day.  I am not going to lie.. I am worried about this lambing process. I know! Me?  Me, who has birthed babies without midwives or doctors, and then some with midwives and then just gone to bed… me, who has been around for all the foals born.  I feel like she should have more of an udder by now…she was sonogrammed before she left the big farm…but still.  I have had plenty of sheep in my life… but I have never been through the lambing part… thank God she is the sweetest sheep I have ever had.   Everytime I go out to the barn I am hoping for a big udder ( isn’t everyone) and that March goes out like a lamb… oh please please!

With yet another new pair of boots on… Noa grabbed the seed packets and headed out of the kitchen,”get the dog we need to plant the peas.”  It was then that I started to wonder why she keeps insisting that we bring Dog (who still is without a name… I have just been going the John Wayne route of referring to her as Dog).  Dog lives in the barn… with the sheep who does  have a name, Benita.  Dog isn’t a pet and, outside of Nature Walks, stays with her charge.

“You should name her “Garden”…since she is a garden dog. Everyone says she is a live garden dog.” Ahhhh….. now I get it!

“No little honey, she is a Livestock Guar-d-ian Dog… not a Gar-den Dog!”

“You should still name her Garden….. it’s a good story, “my little 4 year old said, knowing me so well.

and so I did…. because she is right;  I do love a good story.

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