tissue please:(

I am too tender-hearted for farm life!We raise a few sheep to keep down the scrub brush.the terrain is too unlevel and rocky to mow.If we don't the bugs would have us for thier dinner.every winter the sheep pick the coldest ,freezing weather,(not only sheep probably)to lamb.there's always a few to bottle feed,due to the loss of the mother, or abandonment,few survive. Those that do,usually become pets.
We had one we called "shadow". when it went off the bottle we turned it in with the watch dog,( a great pyrenese)It tagged after (snoopy),slept with him,ate his dog food, or at least tried.He thought he was a dog! Then it happened! snoopy got out, and another dog got in. and little shadow was gone.Snoopy will miss him as will I!