Kelso Tup Sale

Everything was fine outside first thing this morning, which was a bit of a surprise really since we'd been weaning lambs yesterday. I wasn't sorry about that though as to be truthful, I was feeling a little stiff after yesterday – not that I would let that slow me down!

I came back in and had a snooze and must have dropped right off into a Skye-like sleep because when I woke up much later, Daisy was jabbering in my ear that she'd been to the Kelso tup sale and did I want to hear all about it (a tup is a male sheep)? Too right I did! Starting with how she'd managed to go without me...Anyway, apparently there were these huge tents full of tups of all sizes and shapes that were being sold. Daisy was a bit worried at first that she was going to be sold, but no such luck (only kidding!). The good news is that we've bought a couple – I can't wait to see them even though they're not my favourite type of sheep. Great big stubborn, smelly things that they are.

The bad news is Skye is fed up – tups mean lambs, which in her book mean trouble. With a capital T. Looks like I'll be glad of the sleep I had earlier as she'll be chuntering away all night about this now. With a bit of luck Daisy will learn not to talk to me about more sheep in front of Skye – but she's still only a puppy.  You see, I don't think Skye counts at all well so I'm sure she'd never have noticed the new ones, but she certainly will now she's been told about them. Oh dear...

Take care