Man, am I tired. My family put me to work last weekend. I went to Running Mountain Ranch, where I was born, and with my sister Sage and my brother Maverick, I bossed some sheep around. What is wierd is that as I was trying to do my job, Tish would bang a scary rake on the ground. That was scary. I overheard them saying that I needed to have manners, and the better my manners, the closer I could go to the sheep. Maverick is my brother. He looks different because he periodically climbs into the stockwater tub. I don't think he likes baths, but he does like laying in water.