So I was out in the last of this horribly humid evening doing a 10,000 year old task, aka shepherding our little babydoll sheep while they eat up an overgrown part of the paddock, and I looked up the hill, and…
😂
He either wants dinner so he can start his nightshift (he’s a livestock guardian), or he’s entirely unimpressed I’m doing his job for him (he’s a LIVESTOCK GUARDIAN, Brenda)