Yes sir, yes sir - there are in deed three, actually four fleeces, with the black one on the top right. That's from George who thinks he's a llama, so he feeds right below them and is a complete VM sponge.
Poor skinny sheep. Their coats were huge, but they actually only weight about a hundred pounds. Devon had them sheared before we got home from work yesterday and left the invoice taped to the front door.
He was actually snoopervizing, which included a firm paw on my hand and an occasional claw. I told him to "stop" - a word is knows and hates to acknowledge. He finally turned his back to me, but I didn't take that picture. I mean, who hasn't see a sulking cat.
A busy week
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