Seven year old Georgia came in after school yesterday positively glowing with happiness.
“Did you know that when a dog dies he becomes another day?” she asked.
I had to confess that no, I didn’t know and enquired how she knew that.
Georgia explained that Miss Phillips (her teacher) has a new puppy that she had taken to school to show the children and the puppy looks just like my old Lewey (who died 3 weeks ago), same colour, except a bit more brown and her name is Loui. “So it’s just Lewey’s bones that are buried there under that new bush in the garden, really he’s alive and living with Miss Phillips.” Only one thing about all this puzzled her, how did Lewey get to be a girl after being a boy? The rest of it was perfectly logical to her it seems. I wonder if she shared her philosophy with Miss Phillips? I know it brightened my day.
What brightened my day today was this sight as I drove home from work. When I first spotted them they were marching steadily towards me down the middle of the road. I stopped thinking the rest of the flock would be close behind and the farmer would not want me to frighten them into disappearing down off the road. But no, they were alone and when they saw me they stopped too and looked at me, milled around a bit, uncertain about where to go next. I don’t give sheep credit for having too many brains (having worked closely with them for a few years) and their uncertainty amused me. It was like they had busted out and been happy with their outing until this happened.
I crept past and called in to the house of the sheep farmer just a bit further down the road but there was no-one home. Hopefully he found them before they ventured much further.