Poor Liddy. I am so sorry, but you are just growing up (and out ) to quickly! I will bring you a fluffy sheet tomorrow!
Poor Liddy, the life of sheeps is hard:)
Awww, poor thing. That straw only looks about ten inches deep,what a hardship:)
Does Liddy ask to come inside the house, Sara?(where it's air conditioned)
Well, she wants to come in the Wool House, but I think it's more because she always did than because she knows it's air conditioned. She's handling the heat pretty well. Kids!
A margarita would be good right about now... Cool me right off. Just saying :-)
Argh - don't start tempting me with a margarita this early in the (really hot and humid) day! ;-)
Oh my gosh, why do I feel so sorry for her???? :-)
She is getting to be such a big girl -- a teenager!
I feel for ya Liddy. I never wanted to grow up either.
She still has the most adorable face. I have no idea how you manage to resist her, inability to be housetrained or not. :)
Poor Liddy...growing up is sometimes hard to do.Lindahttp://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Do you let her in the wool house?
No! Well, maybe when she was tiny ;-).
Oh I needed that, sorry to chuckle at her plight, poor woozel!
I am sure that a few (dozen) cookies would help ease her discomfort... :)
Just catching up on your blog, was away for most of a week. Love the colours of Renny's wool! Looking forward to whatever you make with that. Poor, pathetic Liddy! That look! "O Woe is me!"
Dear, sweet Liddy! The third picture of her is just lovely! She's growing up so fast . . . .
I love to read your comments! Thank you for sharing :-).