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Annabelle is eating regular sheep feed and hay now, but oh how she loves her bottle. She gets one in the morning before she goes down to the yard and one at night before she goes to bed on her blankie on the porch. She sees me coming, nearly tackles me for it, bracing her back legs for the all-out assault on her senses of the wonderment of its milky goodness.

The milky drool starts up right away.

The milk! It’s so delicious!

She is beside herself, bedazzled by the bottle, uncaring of her table manners.

And I’m in love with her thick, rich, foamy milk mouth.

I could gaze upon her milk mouth all day long.

Conundrum: Why does Annabelle have a thick, rich, foamy milk mouth at all when I’ve been feeding her bottles that contain nothing but water ever since her sheep milk replacer ran out? Why doesn’t she care at all that it’s just water? Why am I so in love with this lamb? Why is she still sleeping on my porch, and why does she think she’s a dog? Where is my mixer and my spare car key?
So many mysteries, so little time.
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Happy Easter!
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I was just thinking about Annabelle and wondering how her transition to the sheep yard is going…
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The mixer and they keys, well, I hope you find them, too.
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enjoy your bottle while you can.
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HAPPY EASTER!
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good thing babies like that don’t live here. all furry things are welcome to sleep in the bed at night.
Happy Easter!
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Cece
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She will expect cookies if you don’t have milk. It is good to hear a story about Annabelle on Easter. I was getting worried that she might be dinner.
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!!
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Happy Easter to everyone!!!
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Happy Easter to all your creatures, 2- and 4- legged ones.
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She is just adorable. You are just adorable, it is so wonderful that Annabelle has you. You are such a great Mom to all the 2 legged and 4 legged little ones!
Happy Easter to you and your entire family.
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Happy Easter
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When you find the mixer and the keys, (and who Knows what they were doing together?????) You will have to bake a cake to celebrate!
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Well, a city girl can dream. Keep up the good work and give Annabelle a hug
and kiss for me.
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