We have him shorn so he doesn't overheat, and that's about the best I can say for it. I think I am forgiven, however. For all of those asking, YES, llamas spit. Lorenzo was frustrated, and spat at me after 40 some minutes. Think of an extremely obnoxious 2 year old with good aim and a mouth full of half chewed peas. Not dangerous, just gross.
Anyway, I tried to take a photo of him the next day, and he must have decided I was giving out treats...
Let me tell you, this looks reeeeally close in the viewfinder!
But I finally was able to move far enough away from him to get a 'decent' photo. So, here is Lorenzo, sans fluff. He looks TINY without the long locks he had! (And unfortunately, sorta gangly, too.)
But, it went as well as I guess I could hope for, except I found out, I need to make some adjustments, as I can't hold a llama leg up on my knee (No kneecap, so I couldn't support the leg, without my leg buckling). I will have to make a device I saw a farrier use, a jack with a v shaped top to hold the leg while I am trimming. Husband, bless him, got that duty. He didn't mind that a bit.
Shearing, not so much. I didn't mind shearing, except that Lorenzo's hair was so thick, I had a hard time getting a good start. (His butt has several different shear directions, because of this. Not classy, at all...)
In other news...
Last Wednesday, I did my usual shift at the substation. I sat down, turned up the scanner, and was just about to
blog and play on the computer get to work, when I heard one of the deputies give an address.
OF MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR!!!
I listened, and, of course, Murphy's Law went into effect, meaning that they were busy, and stopped talking. All I had caught was "runner". I called husband, who, also true to Murphy's Law, didn't answer his phone. I told him something was happening at the neighbor's, please please please, don't go outside.
And I waited. No more on the incident. Stew. Fret. Worry.
What is going ON??!?!?!!
Sgt. came in for lunch. I thought about asking him, but knew he generally worked in a different area. Then another deputy came in, and I tried to be real casual, hey, did you happen to be working at XXX address?
He said yeah, why?
I pounced. That's my neighbor, and I didn't hear what happened, just that there was a runner?
He got a slight smile, indicative that some bad guy pulled an extraordinary dumb. Yeah, you know the kids clearing brush at your neighbor's house are Juvenile Delinquents, right?
Well, one bright boy, (Sgt. comes in, grinning), decides to make a break for it. He runs from our road, to the next road behind our place. Now, this isn't all that far, as the crow flies, but there is a lot of brush.
Blackberry vines, to be exact. I guess the deputy just followed the broken branches, and blood trail from the kid going in a nearly straight line to the next road.
Sgt. then picks up the story with a nearly feral grin...
Yeah, the kid was standing at the edge of the road, and trying to get one of his buddies to come pick him up. I decided to give him a ride, after all, he did deserve it!
I cracked up, the Sgt. looked like he was just about to rub his hands together in glee.
So, the neighbor is fine? (She is elderly.)
Oh, yeah, I don't think the kid even slowed down past her house.
So, I went home, and Husband asked me about the phone call. I told him, and he said, yeah, I got your phone call, and walked around the house to see if there was someone outside, since you didn't leave a lot of detail in your message.
Not a lot of detail. "Please, please, please, do not go outside."
He walked around the house to check if there was someone outside.
Excuse me, my mental gears have stripped... AIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!!!
But, all's well that end's well... But I know that one kid isn't going to be on work crew anymore!