|Hank, waiting to be sent to gather the sheep|
Yesterday Hank and I moved the sheep around, first to the yard, then when they got tired of eating there, to a woodsy patch for some browsing. Finally we left them in this pasture, where the grass has started growing a bit now that we have had some rain.. Hank lives to work, and if there is a chance that sheep are in his future, he has eyes for nothing else. I have seen a rabbit spring up under his nose in tall grass and he still focuses on the sheep with barely a glance for the bunny.
In the mean time, I repaired some fences that were sagging. I put in new fence posts and stretched the fence back up again.
I also spent a lot of time on the computer, and got into a minor amount of hot water with my Master for a joke I made. Yes, he reads everything I write. 0_o.
He thought my post was amusing, and he was not mad, but still felt he need to squash any rebellious thoughts I might be having with a good hard caning. At least he didn't shove a handily pre-sharpened pencil where the sun doesn't shine first as he considered doing.