When I woke up this morning Phillippe was still in the chain link dog kennel. Max did NOT break him out of there. Yay! I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get his halter on and get him past the goats and Max. Turns out it didn't take very long at all. Phillippe does very well on a leash. I was told to keep him dry so now what? I decided since we live on a quiet street to just take him for a walk. I don't know about him but I sure could use the exercise. Only one car went past us and we must have been a funny sight. The driver was smiling. After all, how ofter do you see someone taking their sheep for a walk?
Before long Megan, the shearer was here. I tied up Phillippe and we unloaded the stand. Now to get Phillippe on there. No easy task, I have to say. It took us three attempts to get him on but we did it. The bad thing is my face and his horn met and hard! He got me right below my eye brow. I hope I don't have a shiner when I go to church in the morning but it looks like I will. Will anyone believe me when I say I was wrestling a sheep?
Here is his before picture.
Major difference, isn't it? Max thought so, too. I had to reintroduce Max and Phillippe all over again. After a few good sniffs on Max's part all was well and I could turn him loose.
After all that I cleaned up the barn. My hay comes later today. Whew! I need a nap!