the sheep won't go into the barn. i don't need to be dr doolittle to know what they are saying...hello??? we like the other barn better.
dexter is sleeping out on the patio on one of the raised beds, he is under the overhang but it is still freaking cold...i made him put on his fleecy raincoat. (he looks like a tubular glad bag!)
i am cold and wet and REALLY tired tonight (it is that gawd awful trick of nature double homonal thing...we are menopausal, oops no we are not.)
i am mike'ing some mac and cheese, having a beer and a really hot bath and going to bed to suffer in silence (if the animals will cooperate and be silent)
everyone seems well except the doornobs outside but the stall door is open for the sheep and the patio door is open for dexter if any of them think to change their minds.