Loooong week…

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When she stubbled in her too big boots I braced myself.  The two littlest ,of the eight, have been terribly sick … they can barely eat anything and it has been torture to watch.  And by torture I mean waking up in a pool of the baby’s puke , not just one night buy two nights.… sorry.. but the facts are the facts. So in a spurt of inspiration and  the hopeful wish for a sixty degree day… I took them out to the barnyard to see the lambs.  To see her about to fall on the concrete and headed for a pile of manure made we brace myself for the over the top crying which was sure to follow… but as if she knew what was happening…Garden ran up and  stood steady and “caught” her. She really is a marvel that Garden.  What dog who isn’t technically raised with babies and only sees one a few times a year would be this protective and amazing?  With a huge sigh of relief we made our way over to the lambs… and the craziest thing happened…

The baby smiled.  I almost thought she had forgotten how to.