The Woolley Farm

Four pounds & 0 ounces, that is. So he’s gained 1.5 pounds in 3 days.  In celebration, I put him into a new coat, but it’s way too big. Looks good with his sparkly collar though.

I’m also posting a pic of the Tunis I’m working on. Remember that blog of wet wool in the basement? I’m slowly putting it thru the drum carder. Once I have a basket full I can start spinning. I like to spin. Just as fast as I can treadle. Makes me feel like I’m getting somewhere.  where? I don’t know, just… somewhere. Somewhere else. Vroom Vroom

Homer is eating like a pig today! No, wait, he’s eating like a SHEEP!  He drank down 2 ounces (about an inch of formula in the bottom of the bottle) and cried for more but his little tummy was so round & tight I didn’t give him any. Sheep can eat till they explode, they are so numb. Really. It’s true. So I have to measure everything to be sure he doesn’t do that. There’s even a shot for sheep for ‘overeating disease’. Hmmmm…… I wonder….. if it’ll work on sheep, what about ME??? Not that I could give myself a shot, but maybe if I mixed it in my apple martini……

Note in the picture Homer has a new collar to match his outfit. It has shiny rhinestones on it and a little bell. When he walks about on his spindly little legs, he bleats this pathetic little baby cry and the bell jingles. This will be amusing for about a day, till he drives me insane.  Homer is still terribly…well, terribly homely. Shhhh. Don’t say that in front of him, he thinks he’s pretty darn cute.

Here’s Homer waiting for milk to magically appear in his bottle. Note the bottle is bigger than he is. I think I’ll go weigh him and put him into a new jacket. Those doggie coats I knit up for the Yorkie are coming in pretty darn handy. Brandon says I can’t put him in pink, as it’ll turn him into a woosie-sheep, but I’m OK with that. We all don’t need to be RAMs ya know, Brandon!