Bud is just too much sometimes.

When the Dog Gods made Boston Terriers, they forget to tell them that they are small. After the sheep were shorn, we let Bud into the pasture and he didn’t recognize any of the sheep since they had just been shorn.

Fate had the same issue, and she backed far away. Bud doesn’t really have backing away in his tool kit, when he saw Issachar, one of our new sheep, he did what Bud does and got right into his face.

Issachar, who is not dog broke, looked at Bud as if he fell out of the sky. The two sniffed one another gingerly and then touched noses, and Bud raced off to try to her the shorn sheep.

How dare they be in his pasture? He went to smell a few sheep butts, which is not dogs transform information about one another.

He did get all of them back into the barn but then turned his attention to his never-ending search for Chip the chipmunk, who came out of his hole once this morning to squeak at Bud and vanish.

Without a doubt, Bud is the Little King of Bedlam Farm.