Who is Doodle, you ask? Doodle is one of the four lambs (sheep) who make up the McLamby family. He lives in the Northern Highlands of Scotland, and this is his blog. That's right; life from a lamb's point of view. Doodle, and his brother Snowball, were orphaned lambs and raised on bottles...first in the garage and backyard of their people ("Dad" and "Mom")...then out in the big field with their "Uncles" Rosebud and Shermy, two big Cheviot sheep who are also...er...pet sheep. Sometimes it's just fine for someone to have no other purpose in life but to live and be one of God's creatures. That's Doodle, Snowball, Rosebud, and Shermy. Welcome to their world!
...which is which? One photo is of Snowball's wool on his back. One photo is of Doodle's wool on his back. And if you were to pet us, you would see that our wool feels VERY different! Which one is Doodle, and which one is Snowball? You can't always tell just by looking at a lamb what his wool will feel like.
on the right!
And Snowball is the one on the left!
Snowball is very, VERY soft, like a stuffed toy animal. Doodle is nice and snuggy, but his wool is coarser and tighter.
Shermy's wool is very coarse and, well, woolly feeling. And Rosebud is somewhere in between!
Well, it was just the usual gang at Doodle's Place, but we still had a great time hugging sheep (or being hugged). All of us here at Doodle's Place want to thank Sara and her gang at Equinox Farm for remembering us on Hug a Sheep Day (October 26, 2013). We were remembering y'all, too!
Cookie, please? Thank you.
Shermy loves having his photo taken!
Even Rosebud, the old Curmudgeon, came for some lovin'.
Baby Snowball and Dad.
Don't you love me???
Hug a Sheep Day is pretty much every day for us, but we celebrated especially on this day, thinking of others around the world (?) who were hugging sheep.
that does not always mean "want not." I'm learning.
I always make sure there are no kibbles left in our trough. I don't want to waste any.
There is a trash truck that drives around with a big sign on the side that says: "You are throwing away £400 of food each year." None of us in our family likes that sign. WE do not waste food. None of us, down to the smallest McLamby, wastes anything. We are very frugal. The big UK government thinks it knows everything (I've heard Mom talk like this)...but it doesn't. And it sure doesn't know what life is like in our family!
Even as a small lamb (I'm not even a half year old yet!), I know that we should use carefully whatever God has given us.
And I know that a lot of poor little kids "waste not" but are still wanting. We McLambies want to help them. Will you help us help them?
There are four of us McLambies, and we don't like it when folks compare dumb things (like people) to sheep. We are all four very different, and we're all smart. Even us little guys who are still learning! God created us, too, and we have brains. Yes we do! And Mom says we make great pets. I'm not sure what a pet is, but I like it when she pats my head.
And, we're so smart that we know we have a nice life. We want to help other kids have a nice life, with plenty of food and clean water. Please help me, Doodle, to get lots of "likes" on my Facebook page so I can start helping other kids!
See how I was learning to be helpful? Snowball really wanted to reach the top of the little tree, and I helped him! This was when we still lived at home with Mom and Dad. Did you know we lived in a garage and in the backyard for many weeks? We did! And we made friends with the neighbors, too.
I'm a much bigger lamb now. So is Snowball. And we still want to be helpful. Our dream is to raise money so other kids will have lots of food and clean water, just like we do.
Please remember to "like" The Daily Doodle on Facebook so we can start making a difference. Thanks!
Mom doesn't feel well. I don't know what Bell's Palsy is, but it makes her talk funny, and she gets pretty tired. I get tired sometimes, too, and then I lie down and take a nap. I hope Mom does the same. I will let her pet me and hug me as much as she wants! That'll make her feel better! And I might even share some cookies. We take care of one another in our family!
When we were still pretty little (about 5 weeks old, I think), Mom and Dad took us out to meet Uncle Rosebud and Uncle Shermy. And to see a BIG water trough. That's when we first learned about BIG drinking places. And I like to drink water!
I also like to supervise...er...help out. Anyway, Dad and I are best friends! I just like to make sure Mom and Dad know what they're doing. A lamb can't be too helpful that way!
Mom and Dad always make sure we have plenty of water. Please "like" my Facebook page so I can raise money for charity. I want other kids to have clean water and plenty of food.
I know I look like a BIG Doodle now, but really, I'm still only a little Doodle inside. I'm only 5 months, you know (and Snowball, too). I remember being very small. I liked to sit and think a lot.
I also liked to go exploring with Snowball. I still like to do that.
Mom and Dad took care of us. We are Orphan Lambs. But not any more. We drank a LOT of milk from bottles. I got so excited one time, I pulled the teat right off the bottle, and everything fell to the ground, including my milk! I looked pretty startled...because I was. Mom fixed it, though. And I still got my milk.
Being Orphan Lambs, and learning to grow, is hard work. We needed a lot of naps.
One thing I have been learning ~ life can be hard. We still need a lot of naps.
Please someone, remember to "like" my Facebook page so I can start raising money for charity (I'm not sure what that word is, but I know I want to help other little kids to have plenty of food).
We get to eat a lot. I think it's my favorite thing. Look at Snowball! He's even eating from a bramble bush! He always was a bit strange.
All this eating really has me thinking about everyone out in the big world who doesn't get to eat enough.
I really want to help others get to eat and be happy, like me! Mom said she would set up a charity page for me. I'm not sure what that is, but it's supposed to help others. Please tell your friends to follow me and like me, so lots of people can find me and help me feed others. Thank you!
Sometimes I just get an itch to go exploring. I'm wandering around and eating and being petted and being spoiled (whatever that means)...and then I just turn around and go off by myself. I think it's good to go off on our own sometimes...as long as we are careful not to stray far from home, or from good manners, or from caring about the other lambs in your field, or from the people who love you.
I like to see things for myself. And I always come back. I don't want to miss the cookies!
Snowball says I always try to eat his grass, and I say he wants to eat mine. I'm trying to learn to share. Mom and Dad keep telling me there is plenty of grass for everyone, but I'm not sure. They say that about cookies, too, but every day we get to the bottom of a package. And then they're gone. What if that happens to our grass? Somebody said it grows, but I'm not about that, either. I've only been here for 5 months, and so how would I know?
I keep looking at Uncle Shermy and Uncle Rosebud. They seem like awfully big lambs to me. I guess maybe there IS enough grass to go around. And Mom and Dad always do bring us cookies and kibbles. Sigh. I'm TRYING to learn to share. But...
Oh my goodness! We had such a scare yesterday. Everyone was eating supper at the table...er, trough...and Snowball asked to be excused first, like he always does, so he can have the first dessert cookie. The rest of us don't mind because Snowball doesn't usually get as many kibbles as we all do. (I hate to say it, but Uncle Shermy and Uncle Bud push Snowball around too much at suppertime.)
So...Snowball went and had his cookie, and then there was all this commotion. Mom was calling for Dad, and Snowball was stamping his foot and making all kinds of weird gyrations. Someone said something about choking ~ I don't really know what that means, but it didn't look so good ~ and then the rest of us McLambies watched while Dad put Snowball on his rear end, and reached inside his mouth to pull out whatever was making the trouble. Mom massaged Snowball's neck and throat, and finally, everything seemed okay.
I think Snowball has been put on half-rations. Poor Snowball.
I don't want that to happen to me (maybe it should happen to Shermy, though), so I'm going to just go for my pets and squishes and rubs, and if I get a cookie, that's a bonus! Somebody said "too much of a good thing." I don't think that is true about cookies, but I'm not taking any chances!
p.s. ~ Snowball has sharp teeth. Dad says so. He got a bloody finger and a bloody knuckle. But everyone knows Snowball didn't bite Dad on purpose!
I know there is a cookie on the other side of that fence. If there's something I want, I don't give up! We're only 5 months old, but Snowball and I have discovered that the world can be kinda pushy. I don't let this harsh world get me down! Snowball sometimes does, though. He's not as tough as I am. I think we tough guys have to look out for the softer ones. And I say, no matter if you are big and tough like me, or sweet and soft like Snowball, don't give up!
I am just such a happy lamb that I want to share the love.
I wasn't sure what a Giveaway was at first ~ I didn't want Mom and Dad to give ME away. It's okay, though. We're going to give away something to you! Maybe it will be Shermy. Oops. Sorry. Sometimes I forget to be a good Doodle.
This is me, posing. It's lambtastic, isn't it?
Well, because I am so wonderful and just can't keep it to myself, I (and my people) are planning a Giveaway. Mom put something on my Facebook page already. How great is that? I am a lamb, and I have my own Facebook page! Life is good.
Anyway, keep checking back to find out what we're giving away and how you can have a chance to win it. Someone said my page had to get 50 "likes" first. I'm not sure what that means, but...
You don't know when a cookie may appear. And you don't want to get stuck on the wrong side of the gate. Also, what if a big tractor is coming down the lane? And, it's not good if someone in your flock is getting your cookie. Did I already say about cookies? Well, you can't be too cautious is some respects. This is not to say that frequent bouts of Doodlemania aren't good. They are! But, you should try to have a good balance. Plenty of running, lying down, eating, and sleeping, with time for hugs and squishes and petting in between.
If you only half listen, you might miss the point...or something else good. Like the cookie package being opened. Yesterday, Mom and Dad sneaked up on us and we didn't even know the cookies, er, our people had come for us, until they were standing at the gate, calling us. What if we had missed out on the cookies??? Shudder. It's too awful to think about. I guess this means I should use the BIG ears God gave me! Anyway, it's better to listen than to baa.
Sometimes I get worried about Snowball. Uncle Shermy doesn't seem to like him much. Uncle Rosebud puts up with him. Even though Snowball and I are growing, we're still just little. I think Snowball wants to stay little!
Lotsa times Baby Snowball (that's what Mom and Dad call him) seems to go his own way... sometimes even in the opposite direction. And Uncle Shermy can be kinda mean to him.
I'm having fun playing with the big boys. And if they butt me with their heads, I butt them right back!
Snowball gets butted a lot. I hope his little head will get bigger so he can stick up for himself.
I love Baby Snowball. We were born at the same time! He's my brother. And anyway, I know Mom and Dad look out for him, too.
The funny thing is, when he gets outside by himself, he goes right off exploring. He seems kinda quiet, but I think he's got an adventurous spirit. He's got the softest wool, too!
I think Uncle Bud's alright. Yes, I do. He's teaching me about head butting. I like to run up to him and butt his head. Mom and Dad laugh at me when I do. I'm not sure why. Uncle Bud lets me do it. I think he might like little lambs like me, after all! Only, I don't feel so little when I run up and bash Uncle Bud. He just stands there and smiles at me. One day, my head will be big like his! Maybe the thing is, we're all lambs inside, no matter how big our heads get.
Snowball and I got to wear a hat yesterday. Dad said we were supposed to sing Happy Birthday to Mom, but we didn't know what that was.
We had fun with our shiny hat. Only, Snowball wanted to eat the purple part.
He also laughed at me 'cuz I wasn't sure exactly where I was supposed to wear the hat. Or if I was supposed to eat it (but it didn't smell good, like cookies).
But see? Even with a shiny, pointy thing on my head, I still have my smile. That's 'cuz I'm a good Doodle. Uncle Bud and Uncle Shermy didn't want to play with the hat. Maybe they thought they would look funny with it. Not like me and Snowball!