It was the summer of 2020. I was just a little lamb and found myself being transported to the auction. That’s sort of a bad word amongst the sheep – our friends go there and never come back and we worry so much what became of them. And then it was my turn. I was so frightened – who was going to want a sheep with crooked legs?
You see, I can only walk on my front knees because I was born with contracted legs. I don’t know how, but by some miracle, a lady took me away from that auction and many roads later, I arrived here. I have good friends, good food, soft bedding. There is a feeling of peace here. I like it. Oh, and they are working on getting me something like a cart so that I can walk around better. I think my dad might have been a Dorper sheep, but I still need to be sheared in the spring. I’m very cooperative about it! I love any kind of attention and you can come give me a great big hug anytime! It’s so good to be alive.