The sweet smell of...

lamb? Me? I guess I must really love my husband a lot. I got a phone call on Friday morning from a friend that raises sheep. There was a bummer that they just couldn't take care of. Would we be interested in raising a lamb?

It took me two seconds to say yes. I've been wanting some sort of animal for the girls to interact with. I've thought about cats...can't do -allergies. I've thought about dogs...can't do - they smell. I've thought about gerbils...can't do - too much like mice. And, I've even considered a guinea pig...can't do - again, smelly and mice. So, I considered the lamb and said yes.

Kate and Reagan love feeding it. Playing with it. Naming it (for the curious, Diamond Annabelle). Petting it. And generally everything a little kid loves. I'm not sure who enjoys the lamb more: the girls or Tanner. He loves to go outside and feed it. Then he walks around calling her name so that she will follow him. He even erected a little shelter for her so that she can always find shade. He always comes inside with some story about her much like a new mother always has a story about her new baby.

I'm thrilled because the lamb is an OUTSIDE pet. It doesn't jump up on me when I go out to hang the laundry. It's not really smelly. At least not yet. And, did I mention that it stayed outside? Plus, if it ever gets out of hand or we don't feel like we can take care of it, I know of a great butcher, oh, excuse me, they are now called meat processors.

I'll post pictures soon.