Looking back, I probably should have realized what I was getting myself into that fateful day at the beginning of sixth grade. I should have seen the older girls, with the wild eyes and curled hair, should have asked. If I had they might have told me about the clippers, the banding, and the long daily walks. If they had told me about that, I might never have signed up. More likely though, they would have told me about the joy of watching it grow, the competitive spirit of working to have the best one, and the exhilaration of the spotlight in the show ring, and I would still be where I am today. My little sister, Brenna, and I have been showing sheep for six years now, and I am hooked. This year is a little different. This year Brenna's ewe Begonia, has two lambs of her own, Oreo and Ryan, and I am falling in love with sheep all over again. I love to go to fill up the water buckets and see them frolicking in their pen, and chasing each other back and forth. I love how fast they are growing. Here is my tribute to lamb love, for now and always!
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