It is the end of April now and I am nearly 10 months old. I am still in the field with Foxie and all the girls because I am way too small to go in with the big boys.You might
not recognise me now as all my lovely curly fleece is gone, but my owners keep telling I look so petite and cute.
Oh Lord, I didn't know what was
going on at all that day... the day of the haircuts. Eureka who is the same colour as me was first to go off on the lead and come back looking totally different. I didn't recognise her at first.. now, she was half the size she was before she got a hair
cut which I found out later was called "Shearing". Then..... it was my turn. Eureka told me not to worry that the men were very gentle and that it was for my own health that I had to say goodbye to my beautiful curls. So I walked up to a table and a big material
belt was gently placed around my tummy to hold me in place until the table was turned on its side. Then my front and back legs were tied so I couldn't move. I hated this, but I was told after, that this was to stop me from jumping around the places and
injuring myself and the men who were cutting my fleece...or sorry... I mean shearing me.
I have to be honest and tell you I was a bit naughty....Oh,
Ok...... I was very naughty and spat all over the place and screamed as loud as I could. Looking back now I don't know why I did all that because the men were very kind and caring and one man kept talking to me while the other was shearing me. Before
I knew it, it was all over and I was brought back to the others. Foxie didn't know who I was at first but then I said..." Hey Foxie...It's me, Fargo.... your little BFF. She was shocked at first but got used to me in a few minutes.
All of us except my granny Fudge got sheared that day. She is the oldest and has a very short thin fleece so my owners decided not to shear her so she won't be cold or get sick in
the winter. She will wait until next year. We are all glad now to be without our heavy fleece. We can run around and roll much better now and the weather is getting warmer so we won't feel like passing out with the heat. It was the first time for Foxie &
I so we look so much different now, but we like it.
Shearing is something we have to get done for our own health & welfare, I can't promise
I won't scream and spit again next year but I will try my best.