Ode to a Sheepdog

Last night we had our work Christmas party at and it was utterly lovely! We had an amazing meal cooked in the kitchen of our new building and nearly all 39 of the staff team sat down and ate together in our cosy multi-purpose room.

Last year the building was still a construction site and the party took place in its shell. I remember feeling happy then as I sat by a small bonfire, knowing that it would soon be a proper structure. Tonight I felt another flood of happiness when I looked down the long table at all my colleagues. I’ve found parts of this year very tough but the support of my colleagues and the flexibility of the organisation I work for have made it possible for me to continue doing the job I love.

I still felt chirpy when I woke up this morning. This was immediately reflected in my tics, and I repeatedly sang this strange little song, which I managed to record for your listening pleasure:

“Sheepdog, you are a wistful creature.
Sheepdog, you are ancient being.
Sheepdog, I admire your courage, and the way you lick lamb balls.”

Later on when I asked Leftwing Idiot to sort out the recording so it could go up with this post, I suggested he edit out the, “Fuck a sheep” at the end. I thought it would be better if it could go up without any adult content. He looked at me in astonishment and asked, ‘So you don’t think a sheepdog licking a little lamb’s testicles is adult?’

I’ll let you be the judge of that.

Sheepdog

Festive Outburst:
“Third donkey on the left has an igloo hat”

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