Quite an eventful day. Daddy was up at six to go and get something done to his rifle, which naturally meant that the whole house was woken at the same time. Mummie noticed that we had a lamb in the front paddock and went to investigate, she didn't take me because of my pathological hatred of the sheep in the front paddock. I do not dislike all sheep, only ours on account of the hammering that I was given by them several times when I was a puppy. The lamb turned out to be twins but very small ones and the mother is particularly stupid, even by normally low ovine intelligence standards. She wouldn't allow them to feed and so Mummie became very cross and swore a lot and tried to catch her and force her to. The ewe, although stupid is very nimble and Mummie had to give up and go for colostrum and a bottle to feed the lambs herself. Unfortunately the stupid gene in this strain of sheep is very strong in these lambs, henceforth known as David and Samantha (we have already had Tony and Cherie and the less said about that the better). They would not feed from the bottle and so Mummie threw a complete wobbly and started screeching about "being left with all the shitty jobs whilst he goes out and enjoys himself". Us dogs knew that this was giong to be a tin hat day and kept our heads down. She has since had a large gin and clamed down so everything is back to normal although I still don't fancy being Daddy when he comes home.

This is a picture of Tony and Cherie. Tony is the one with no balls.