Because my creative juices have seemed to dry up lately (must be the 101 degree temps), I'm going to let Sonja tell you her
llama story from a few days ago in
her own words. However, I still reserve the right to elaborate on her writing by adding
assorted links throughout her post. Anyway, here's Sonja:
So, I got to go shear a
llama. Wait, I didn't actually get to shear a
llama. I didn't even get to hold the scissors. Oh, wait...I held them for like ten seconds. So, I guess I watched a
llama get sheared. But I held the
llama! Or restrained. Whatever you wanna call it.

Here's a picture of a
llama.

Here's a picture of an
alpaca!

Here's the
llama we sheared. Fuzzy. His name was Mochaccino.

This was us blowing all the dirt and crud off of his wool before we sheared it. We got
really dusty.

This is Nancy, the
llama-lady, shearing!

Me and Mochaccino! As you can see by his
perterbedness, he's not all that cuddly.

This is
not a llama. It is a really, really
cute sheep! I can't wait till we can have some of our own.
3 comments:
You two find the most UNIQUE jobs where ever you go!! CAN'T WAIT to see ya in August @ the Carlos Camp out!!
nice labmla song
I can't imagine restraining a llama. Do they bite?
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