"What time does the bar open, Boss?"
Louie is quite lost without his sheepish mates to keep him company. When he had the companionship of 300 other sheep, he didn't want to know any of us. One day, beautiful grand-daughter Meaghan called out despairingly, "C'mon, Louie! You're one of us, not one of them!" And was totally ignored for her trouble.
Now that he is alone, he not only deigns to notice us, he practically begs to have his head scratched along with a bit of a yarn. Every time we stick our head out the door, there is a plaintive bleat from the nearby paddock, and a hopeful (if a sheep can look hopeful) look in our direction.