A Present for Ramsey

After reading about the harness that I bought for Emma (that I haven't had time to do much with yet), the Crazysheeplady sent Ramsey a present so he won't feel left out....

It may have resembled a pile of rather unappetizing spaghetti, but after a good cleaning....

Its true colors start to reveal themselves....

"Uh Ma, are you sure this is a present?"

"Hey kid, looks like a good fit.  Maybe we'll get some work out of you yet."

"Hmmmm, so how's this thing work Ma?  I don't see how it's gonna drive me around.  Are there magic words or something?"

"Oh wait, maybe this will work....Is this what pulling means?"

"Hey look Ma, I've got the downtrodden-beast-of-burden look down pat!  What more could I need?"

"You know Ma, something tells me that this head gear was designed for someone with serious ear deficiencies.  Too bad for them..."

"....but if it means you'll open up this darned gate, then I'm game!"

"Thanks Crazysheeplady, I'm sure I'll have fun teaching Ma how to use this thing!"

"Say Ma, what are sheep anyway?  Are they really crazy?"

Driving Miss Emma

I've been on the lookout for a harness for Emma for ages now with no luck.  However, there are a group of Amish who have moved into an area not far from here and one of them has opened a harness shop.  When I was on vacation a few weeks ago, we all took a drive over there and I ended up ordering a harness for Emma; $260 for a brand new, hand made, Beta harness.  Seemed like a good deal.

Emma is dubiously willing.

"Oh Ma, now what?  You've been out wandering around without supervision again haven't you?"

"Here Em, let me help with that...I could have that off in no time..."

"Ma, are you sure about this?"

"It all looks good Em, except for those blinders...I did tell him to make the browband longer to make room for your big brain, but I don't think he remembered to make the blinders wider.  I'll have to see what can be done about that, maybe we won't even need them.  You do look awfully cute regardless."

"Hrmph.  If I wear all this stuff, do I get to go eat on the lawn?"

"Ummm, no. Sorry.  Don't worry though, the pipsqueak's days of lawn grazing are numbered as well.  You won't have to suffer alone."

"Gosh Em, you've already got the downtrodden, overworked look down pat and we haven't even managed to walk in a straight line yet, let alone do any work."

"What do you expect Ma?  Everyone else is out eating yummy grass and here here I am, listening to you natter on about all the wood you want me to move and chain harrowing and LAWN MOWING!  Seriously, they get to stand around eating and I have to listen to all this nonsense about how to make me work at GETTING RID OF the grass.  Really Ma, have you totally lost your mind?"

"Maybe so Em, but we'll have fun looking for it.  Giddyup!"