So James is asleep (yay) and I finally have a few minutes where I do whatever I want before I pass out from exhaustion. So I'm returning long ignored emails. I hear clattering on the back deck (2 stories up) and look out the window to our 3 lambs peeking in at me. My 90 pound wolfy dog, Charlotte, jumps up to attack and chases them around the house and off the deck. Tom pokes his head in and informs me that da bing is mad because she hasn't finished her dinner and the sheep are on the deck.
Really, no one has had this happen to them before...?