Over the years, she has decided she is the Queen of the ewes and should be treated as Royalty. She is the Alpha ewe after Granny died. When she has her lambs, she parades them in front of me and I must pay proper homage to them. If she thinks that I am not paying enough attention to them, she will nudge the lamb to me. Usually I pick up her lambs and "oh and ah" over it and tell her who wonderful the lambs are and she puffs up with pride.
I showed her my coke and that was a mistake as she tried to yank it out of my hands. She licked the coke off and tried to drink it. Then she grabbed Janet's drink and slurped on that. She really liked our pop drinks. We got new drinks by the way.
This is me telling Callie "This is my pop and not yours. Got it?"
Well that worked like a champ as she gave me a kiss and tried for my pop again.
"Callie, I am the boss here and this is my pop and go back to the lambs." That made no impression on her.
So what happened next was I ended up scratching Callie on her ears and neck and she just stood and gave deep sheep sighs.
We got done banding tail, shots and so forth and let the sheep wander about and then Lucy put them away. It was a wonderful day with the sun on our faces and dogs at our feet and sheep as peaceful scenic display.