"I don't want to trick them"

Remy IS my 'little boy peep'....I even considered naming the ranch after him. Ever since we first got our beautiful dorper sheep, he has been the one in charge of feeding them and making any necessary observations (see the remy thinks: column).

He wakes up at the crack of dawn, wondering if it is time already, to go and measure out the 'wet c.o.b.' for his sheepies. 12 cups in all, sometimes an extra one for good measure. He tiptoes out of the pump house, carrying his treasure.... quietly...softly.....carefully.....RUN !    The sheep have seen him!   The minute this happens, they stampede from wherever they are to meet him at the trough and get the c.o.b. dumped on top of their bodies instead....AAARGH!!!  

 So Remy devised a plan, since they always seem to spy him way before he even gets to the fence...he pretends to dump his load, then grabs a handful of oats and sprinkles it over the sheep, they go for it and THEN he fills the trough, HA! .....every morning... even when it's really cold.

Now, the sheep go out to pasture, and in the evening they get called in. Mr Sassafras told Remy: 'Get the bucket, so they think you have food for them....'     Remy said: 'I don't want to trick them, they love me, they will come..'    Sure enough, the instant he opened the gate, they all came running in.