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Briar has had an unusual fascination with these lambs.

She often follows them around the pasture.

They reluctantly put up with her obsessive affection.  At least I thought that was the case. . .

Until I finish getting hotwire up around the entire lamb paddock, Briar is stuck on a cable, where she can only supervise.  On one of my multiple "Briar checks", I happened to catch this through the patio door.  (pardon the photos, I was shooting through the glass.)

Briar's lambs had come to her. They had an entire paddock, and my back yard, and they chose to bed down with their giant white friend.

 "Bored. Let's go."

 "Come on, Sis."

 "Are you coming Big White Dog?"

"Nope."         

"Why not? Come on. Let's go!"

"Can't. Tied."

"Dude!  That sucks!"

"Tell me about it."

"Because you chased the garbage man?"

"So they say . . . I think it's a coyote plot."

"Oh well, I guess I'll stay here with you then."

"Hey, you could stand to stay out of the pond. Your butt smells like a goldfish bowl."

"Gee, thanks."

"If your friends can't be honest with you, who can? I mean really, Girlfriend, your butt smells like a goldfish bowl."

"Thank you for your opinion."

"I'm just saying."

"I think I smell a hungry coyote."

"WHERE?!  Where's a coyote?!!!"