They say, insanity is inherited, you get it from your kids. You don't have to be crazy to keep house sheep, but it makes others wonder if you are.
One year when I drove to Florida for Thanksgiving I took a couple of members of the flock along on the trip. They like to get out of the house and they are good company when I am traveling alone. My mother enjoyed having them around.
So the following lambing season, I found Woolsey and packed him up and sent him to mom. He nestled down in the living room, and was there ever since. He stayed on after Mom died, keeping the dog in check. After Dad died - someone had to take him in, so I stuffed him in my carry on bag and brought him home to join the flock here in DC. When the flight was delayed, I offered him to the ladies in the row behind me to cuddle - they really didn't seem to know how to respond to that - it is fun to keep them guessing!