I yelled out to my family, “Sheep down” which let them know there was trouble in the pasture. Immediately we sprang into action and began to help Olive with her very severe wounds. We loaded Olive and her twin sister Manna into the old stock trailer and headed for the on-call night veterinarian

Walking around my yard with three sheep following close behind while viewing the morning sun hit the snow-capped Bitterroot Mountains of Montana is a joy of mine. When the morning sun hits the Bitterroot Mountains and they begin to glow in the bright colors of a sunrise I am filled with the daily hope of light and life. My pets, Manna, Olive and Deena seem to look forward to their shepherd stepping outside and taking them on their walk.

Yes, big, fluffy puppylike sheep who run up to me in the yard and follow me around just like a puppy would. They don’t play fetch or protect me from intruders, but they do brighten our day and even greet the neighbors should they come to visit. Imagine, three big sheep covered in their winter wool running to say hello to you. Recently Manna has started to limp and not be able to graze with her friends.

I made a phone call to a master shepherd whom I had purchased the lamb from and he came right over. By now, I thought the lamb would eventually die, but the master shepherd soaked the lamb’s foot in a strong solution of