Gus was in a feisty mood this morning, Maria was feeding some apples to the donkeys and the sheep were moving in as they sometimes do. “Hold the sheep,” I said, a command I usually give to Red, but Gus walked right up to Liam, a wether, and sat down, and the sheep stood still.

I don’t know what Gus was thinking, but it sure looked like he was telling the sheep to stay, and the sheep thought so too, because they didn’t budge until I called Gus off, and he moved. I think Gus thinks  he’s Godzilla.