Winter Fashion Review

Renny now has a "turn out rug". Her wool "stable blanket" is perfect for indoor wear, but not very wind resistant, so Stella and I retired yet another horse blanket last night.



The yarn surcingle is practical but also sentimental. That yarn was a piece of the original Punkin yarn spun by my friend Rebecca almost 10 years ago. If there was ever another sheep who proved sheep aren't "always looking for an excuse to die", it would have been Punkin. He's still holding us all together.

By the way, doesn't Renny have the cutest mouth?



We've kept Renny very separate from the rest of the flock since she's been here. I doubted she'd ever be able to go out with them anyway. I'm pretty sure she'll never have use of her left back leg and that's a bit of a rough, clicky crowd out there. Besides, just hearing or seeing Iris and Weaslie in the barn aisleway scares her to death. I knew there'd be no way she'd ever accept that Hank was not a threat.

She hasn't shown any sign of any communicable diseases and this morning I let the main flock again have access to the back of the barn - an adjoining paddock. She was very excited to see everyone up close, especially with her bodyguard at her side.



Keebler was the first to approach - probably because he wanted to see who was Getting So Much Attention around here. Renny boldly (as if there was any other way) left Ewenice and walked right up. And look who else is there!



Ewenice told me you were different than other dogs. That you were okay. My name is Renny.

Hi Renny. I'm Hank.

I was speechless.



And then, just like that, it was time for breakfast :-).