A sculpture of one of my sheep made using his actually wool. This piece has a story, one new years day my father went out to feed the sheep and buddy was on his back not moving, he returned and told my mother that buddy was dead. My mother told me and some friends that I had over and proceeded to call his previous owner and Ryan who owns the backhoe to dig the grave. Then my mother decided to put on her big girl pants and go see buddy, only to discover that he is alive. Buddy is a old arthritic sheep who has trouble getting up. She came back inside and told my father that buddy is a live to which he says "what makes you think he is alive?" " you know the breathing the moving. What made you think he was dead?" (Buddy lived for 2 more years after the creation of this sculpture)