So the human's basically been doing nothing but sleeping whenever she is home. She says she doesn't have the energy to sew for us after sewing all day already. So she goes to lie down and keeps muttering something about puppet factories and being unappreciated and sheep parts everywhere.

She brought us some more sheepskins for the bed though. So we can pretend we live in the old-time southwest. I hear the old humans are there visiting right now. I like to keep informed on what they're up to, since one of them was responsible for me moving to the farm in the first place. Also for inspiring my interest in being a reporter.

The reporter thing would work better if there was something to report on. Still no new snow.