I grew up in the city and never lived on a farm or milked cows or had to clean up a chicken coop.  I’ve driven past pig farms and thought, “Oh heavens to pet poo who in their right mind would want to smell that all day. Goodness.”  With my sweatshirt pulled over my nose.   I’m a city girl that once stepped in dog doo and threw my shoe away.

So if I were to ever have a pet lamb … he’d have to live in the house …

Yes, I shared this on Twitter and Facebook twice. But I can’t help it. It makes me smile. And laugh. And want to hug him. So I told Mark we need a pet lamb …

Me: Mark I need a cute baby pet lamb.
Mark: No
Me: Isn’t he the cutest? Bouncy bounce. Boing Boing Boing
Mark: No
Me: I don’t remember you being the one that makes all the decisions around here.
Mark: Get a pet lamb Jody. And you can clean the …

Does anyone have a cute baby pet house lamb I can come visit?

Have a good day all … and just like in any other hunting household, we’ll probably have lamb chops for dinner.  And I’ll have salad.

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