In my previous post, I introduced Poppy, the puppy my dad and I found in our lambing shed.
Once it became apparent that Poppy was here for keeps, I started introducing her to everyone. First it was the pet sheep.
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It wasn't just the sheep - the most important members of Poppy's new family were the aunties. Jess took a few weeks to come around to the idea of Poppy being around, but she isn't a fan of change. Susan was the first auntie Poppy met, and it wasn't long before Fly joined them for our walks. One evening, while I was tending to Blue Belle in the yard, I let the three of them run about.
Joining Auntie Fly.
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But that could work both ways!
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She was trying out a new halter type for me.
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She said hello to Blue Belle.
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They both talked to each other.
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Olive is scared of dogs, so for everyone's safety I didn't let Poppy run loose until Olive was back in her field. We sat in front of the house and enjoyed the sunset. Photos cannot convey how soft Poppy's ears are.
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What was that quote about dogs and heartbeats and feet?
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