Who is Doodle, you ask? Doodle is one of the four lambs (sheep) who make up the McLamby family. He lives in the Northern Highlands of Scotland, and this is his blog. That's right; life from a lamb's point of view. Doodle, and his brother Snowball, were orphaned lambs and raised on bottles...first in the garage and backyard of their people ("Dad" and "Mom")...then out in the big field with their "Uncles" Rosebud and Shermy, two big Cheviot sheep who are also...er...pet sheep. Sometimes it's just fine for someone to have no other purpose in life but to live and be one of God's creatures. That's Doodle, Snowball, Rosebud, and Shermy. Welcome to their world!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

It's Doodle

It's me, Doodle.  See me looking at you with my big, browny-goldy eyes and my eyelashes?  And my big, velvety nose?  And my very listening ears?
We were just sort of milling at the moment.  Lambies do this, especially when we know something is up.  We're like people, kinda.  More about milling tomorrow...
Meanwhile, you may enjoy my lovely Doodle face!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Baby Bottles

Oh boy!  Oh boy!  We're getting our milk bottles!
Actually... it turned out that this was our last ever milk bottle.  Sigh... We were only getting one bottle a day at this time.  I think we were almost 4 months old.  They tell me that most "bottle lambs" are long off the bottle by then.  I tell them:  Yeah, but baby lambs who have sheep mommies are still drinking their mommies' milk.  So there!

Here is Dad giving us our last bottle through the gate.  He and Mom had to feed us through the gate because we were getting big, and, er... we would jump up on them a lot and sometimes knock the bottles on the ground.

It was sure nice getting milk bottles.

Look at our milk mouths!  I wonder whatever happened to our bottles?  Snowball still tries to find a milk bottle.  He pokes people with his pointy nose, looking for milk and cookies.
See my tail wagging?  Lambs wag their tails when they are drinking milk.
It's nice being big Doodles and Snowballs... but it was nice being little ones, too!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Handsome Elderly Gentleman

It's Uncle Rosebud.  He's the original McLamby, as most of you know.  He's a handsome guy.  And he's not so elderly, really.  He's six.
He has a very beautiful, classic Cheviot face, Mom says.  And lovely, intelligent eyes.

He always has a nice woolly coat.  Here we see him with his coat nearly ready to be clipped.

He has a cobby body with short, stubby legs.  We think this might be because he had a hard first year.

Nevertheless, he is still one handsome sheep!  And he has his own, very unique personality.  What a Rosebud!

Monday, September 22, 2014

Snowball Face

I'm here!  Ready for cookies and affection and scritches and love!
Snowball is a friendly lamb.  And pretty fearless, too.

And he is soft and fluffy and sweet.

And his little face is all woolly and fuzzy and soft.  He has big eyelashes, and one eyebrow (over his right eye)!

Snowball is like a toy lamb all come to life.  Wouldn't you like to have a pet lamb like Snowball?  We think everybody could use a little lambiness in their lives.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Doodle Says...

The McLambies, and their people, are happy.
It's nice to feel just a little bit safe... just a little bit secure.
Thank you.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The McLambies Vote

Doodle Says NO.  We're better together.  Stay strong in the United Kingdom!

Rosebud Says NO.  What will we do for defense?  Currency?  Healthcare?  Status in the EU?

Snowball Says NO.  What about trade?  What about business and farming?

Shermy Says NO.  Europe does not need another SMALL country.  Why divide?  Why turn a nation into a people of tribal mentality?
We all say NO!  Why break away from the UK?  WHY?
Mr Alex Salmond has never given any good, solid reasons.
Why follow a little man with a Napoleon complex, who is clearly power hungry, and cannot offer one iota of security or strength?  WHY?

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Poor Ol' Shermy

Poor Ol' Shermy.  Sometimes he gets the short end of the stick.  See, he's kind of like the annoying kid at school (he would say this is Snowball, not him).  And, he's a pocket biter.  Always looking for cookies.
But really, he's a nice Shermy.  And we all have to remember where he came from.  His first 6 months were a bit rough, we think.  After all, he came from a large farm where he was chased by dogs and yelled at by men and scared by quad bikes and things.  So, really, he's come a long way.

It took about 2 1/2 years before he would let anyone pet him.  Now, he loves to be scritched and he will stand still for ages if you keep on petting him.

And to be honest, Shermy usually has the best wool of anyone.  Of course, it's hard to tell about us little guys, 'cause this was the first year they took our wool coats off.  But we'll let Shermy have the honors for now.
What a Shermy he is!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


It's ME!  Celebri-Doodle!  Yes, that's right.  Because I'm so picturesque.
Here I am looking thoughtful.

Here I am with my head turned slightly away.

Here I am with my head turned back!  See my lovely, long ears?  And my velvety nose?  And my big, hard noggin?

Did someone say something?

Here I am close up.  Mom says I don't do close-ups very well.  I don't understand that.  I thought she wanted me to come CLOSE UP!

I am always happy to rub my head on a wellie boot, and maybe gnaw on the toe a bit.

Obviously, Shermy feels that way, too.  He is trying to horn in on my celebrity.

I love scritches!  Especially under my chin and on my neck and on my front.

Here I am doing my "one ear" impression.

All of my poses are camera-worthy.  I'm just that kind of Doodle.  If you'd like an autographed picture of ME, please let my secretary know!

Friday, September 12, 2014

Happy Wanderers

We're followin' Dad.  This is one of the many times when we sing our wandering song:
We don't know where we're goin', but we're goin' anyway...
We go wandering with Mom and Dad almost every day.  Lots of times we go off for tramps through a big field or a wood or along a creek or down the lane.  One time, there was a man doing some gardening nearby, and Dad overheard him say
"Walking his sheep?!"
(in that snotty sort of snide British half questioning half showing contempt way, with raised eyebrows and sniffs)

Anyway, today it turned out we weren't going very far!  Dad picked up the chairs, and took us over to a nice sunny spot on a hill nearby.

Then... we got cookies!
We don't know where we're goin' but we're goin' anyway... we don't know where we're goin' but we're goin' anyway...
Everybody sing!

Thursday, September 11, 2014

See? What Did I Tell You?

Snowball.  Guess what he's after?
Can you resist this face?

How about this one?  What if he gets really, REALLY close to you and looks you in the eye?

And, here we have Uncle Shermy.

Guess what he's after?

He will get really, REALLY close to you, too, and look you in the eye!

You see, lambs... both big and little... are silly by nature.  That's one of the reasons you love us!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Chow Time!

Look!  It's Dad going for our kibbles.  Yippee!
Maybe he needs help.  We better go, too.

It's the pink pail!  We love the pink pail!  It's full of kibbles!
(You will notice that the last ones in are the first ones to the dinner table.)

I'm sticking with Dad, just in case he drops the pail or a kibble or two.  You can see that Snowball is beside himself with glee.  He usually jumps straight in the air when it's kibble time.  He still does this!

Oh boy Oh boy!  Hey, Snowball, get your pointy nose out of the pail!

And I'm in!  I know how to focus when it's chow time.

We're all bellied up to the table now!

Chomp Chomp Chomp.
Dad is making sure our kibbles are all spread out so we all get plenty.  Thanks Dad!