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One of these “house dogs” is not like the others.

About 3 weeks ago, Bandit and his BFF Bonnie were moved out of the yard and into a proper pasture along with the rest of the sheep....you know, because they are, in fact, sheep.

Despite the fact I make a point to go visit him every night, Bandit has been quite vocal about his displeasure. It is quite obvious he views his “demotion” from house sheep to mere sheep sheep as the biggest tragedy of his young life.

In recent days he has escalated things by devising escape plans. He works during the night and has been pulling stunts worthy of goats. He has squeezed under fences, between stapled spots on the posts and most recently, systematically busted the gate latch.

His only destination is the front stoop, where I tend to find him in the morning looking very smug and pleased with himself. And so for far too many mornings, I have had to cajole him back to the pasture (with treats, which yes I know only reinforces things in his head but I can’t exactly carry him back anymore) and then find his escape route, plug it and go to work. We have developed an escalating evolution prey-predator relationship where he comes up with ever more elaborate escape plans and I find ever more elaborate ways to stop him.

Tonight, he apparently started working earlier and when I went to let the dogs in the house for the night, who should come galloping in right on their heels, completely as if he owned the place? Bandit.

And let me tell you, it is REALLY hard to remove a obese, stubborn lamb from your house when he had absolutely decided he is not going to leave...