




this was anna every afternoon working them on the lamb stand. she got sick of feeding and working them everyday and really talked tough about being glad when they were finally gone, but in all reality when we dropped stella off at lyn wren's house (she bought her alternate as a pet), anna cried all the way down to the fair grounds. it was pretty sad because i knew how it was kind of bittersweet for her because on one hand she was sick of feeding them and taking care of them, but on the other she had bonded with them because of all the work that they were. needless to say, she cried again on sunday when they put shep in the trailer headed to the butcher. the cutest thing ever was when they marked him with the pink stripe to indicate which trailer shep went in and she was extremely worried whether or not that spray paint would come off. i didn't have the heart to tell her that it really didn't matter, i just told her that it would.