Through blurry eyes one morning I woke to see Miss Polly’s mouth around poor Louie the lambs neck. Screaming hysterically, convinced she was trying to kill him, I ran out in my dressing gown and gum boots to save the day.
I shouldn’t have bothered. Turns out Miss Polly has a thing for young Louie’s…
And Louie loves every minute.
Archie is not amused.
On a more serious note, should I be worried or is this something dogs do?