my new pet aspirations

When I grow up, I want a pet.

Not just any pet. No siree, I don't want a dog or a cat or a fish or whatever.

I want a pet lamb.

How did I discover this?

I was driving along Leach Hwy when I drove past a sheep truck heading towards Freo (yes, live sheep trade is badish, but there could be much more inhumane ways of transporting them and I'm not going to talk about live sheep trade today)

One of the sheep poked their face out the side of the truck and it was the cutest thing ever. They have incredibly adorable faces. Then I thought, 'Yeah, I could keep one of these in my backyard. I'd make jumpers out of its wool and stuff and maybe it would go well with potatoes and gravy and stuff. Primarily jumpers though.'

So I would have a pet sheep and call it Lamby-Lamb. I would hold my head up high and giggle when I took it for walks in the park. The dogs would sniff its butt and realise that it wasn't a dog and get all weirded out.