I took at least a dozen pictures of Biscuit on a sunny day (which it is definitely not today!) last week and turns out in all but three weird looking shots, he had his mouth open. I thought, briefly, about trying for another shot this afternoon (in the definitely not pleasant weather)...and talked myself into this picture.
It definitely shows his signature curls. And his messy foretop. And the constant piece of something stuck in there (he's a mess). And him watching his buddies head on out for a late afternoon graze while he then sidles over to me for some back scratchies.
He does this every morning too as I open the gate to let everyone out. He'll stand there as long as I'll stay and scratch his back and then finally I get tired and stop scratching, give him a gentle pop on the butt and tell him to "Go get 'em, tiger." And off he goes to catch up.
Biscuit mostly stays in the background. He can fight his way in for cookies, but he doesn't fight too hard. There are some tough nuts in the front and who needs all that conflict. Muffin is still his best friend and they are frequently side by side, especially when they are eating. I just love that.
I let Mrs. Pepperpot take over as his mom when he moved from the house to the barn and his transition was seamless. She was a kind old ewe and took him under her wing. She probably knew Muffin was going to need a good friend by her side. She was right.
Biscuit is truly grateful for any treats you can sneak in to him, but he's also pretty happy with a good back scratchy.
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Please scratch his back for me and give him a kiss.
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