While all the other dogs were out starting families and raising pups, I was having a good old time. Chewing shoes, digging in the garbage, all that fun stuff.
Needless to say, I never had pups of my own because I was too busy living my best life. I’ve always wanted something to care for though (besides my hoomans, of course).
Then, my mom got me this baby lamb. She is so stinkin’ cute I can’t handle it! I’ve decided to care for her and raise her as my own.
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Every morning, I wake up and the first thing on my mind is my baby lamb. I make sure that she slept well, then I check her water and I feed her a bottle of milk that I make special just for her (well, my mom makes it. I don’t have thumbs to screw the cap on).
After that, we sit in the shade for a while. She isn’t interested in doing the fun things that I like to do, but that’s okay.
I still enjoy sitting with her and just hanging out. She’s got an extra fluffy coat that I lick clean as well and that can take all afternoon sometimes.
Oh my gosh, take a look at this face! My favorite part of feeding time is when she splashes milk all over herself. She gets so excited and drinks way too fast!
The other day I got caught trying to sneak the baby lamb some puppy treats, and it turns out that those just aren’t her thing.
I learned that lambs eat plants and grass only. They are vegetarians! I couldn’t imagine my life without steak and puppy treats, but if that’s the diet that works for her, then it’s okay with me.
Something else that is really interesting is that lambs will go for highly nutrient-dense plants. How do they know how many nutrients are in their food? Maybe they can smell it out, just like I can smell out a hot dog on a grill? Maybe they’re psychic? Who knows…
I think it’s time to wrap up this bottle feeding. Later on, once it cools down, my hooman brother and I are going to leash train her.
Our mom thinks that idea is silly, but he wants to be able to take both of us on a walk. He thinks it will make for a good video, but I just don’t want her to feel left out.
After all, she may look a little different than me (and have questionable dietary choices that I will never understand), but she’s still my baby lamb and I love her to pieces.