Of course!
I sympathise having done shepherding for one season when I had forty odd to hand rear. There are those which get under your skin, and one little boy in particular who used to follow me home, and always knew as soon as I arrived on the yard. Then there was my little blind girl who used to get lost and I would have to go and rescue her in the middle of the night. Then there was her friend with one eye, bonded with her to help stop her getting lost (didn't work!)
Managed to find a home with a vicar with an orchard for the boy, couldn't have coped come grading. The girls lived in the flock, but blind girl ended up with the rams as they always answered her when she called so she knew where they were.
Ahhhh memories.