As happens more often than it used to, there are sheep in my garden.

The smol ram is not sure how to eat solid food that is standing upright instead of on the ground and his mouth is very small, so this is confusing.

Horizontal food is easier.

We very much like roses. The gardener would prefer they be pruned in a slightly less aggressive manner.

Ohmigosh a stick!

You got anything interesting for sheep over here?

Whatever this is, it’s very tasty. I think it was some kind of wild daisy thing. It’s been too aggressive anyway, it needed a haircut.

Do I hear a dog? I think I hear a dog...

Oh hey, there’s grass here!

But alas, all jaunts to the garden must end, with the help of Beamer the border collie.

“Ursula, take the lamb. Move with purpose.”

And that, Internet, is how I got peed on by a sheep.

“Can we do that again, boss? For about three hours, maybe?”

I’ll be honest, I sorta feel like I should get a pass on work for the rest of the day after that. Manuscripts just don’t exist in the same world as lambs with scared bladders.