Lamb Goes To Work With Mom And Headbutts Her Coworkers

Most offices have coffee breaks, awkward birthdays, and that one guy who always reheats fish. But this office? It had a lamb named Graham.

When Graham the lamb was first rescued, he wasn’t exactly ready to take on the world — let alone an office full of humans. With a broken leg and a long recovery ahead, his early days were spent healing quietly under the care of a veterinary worker who knew she couldn’t leave him alone at home.

So she brought him to work.

And Graham did what Graham does best: he stole the spotlight.

He didn’t need a badge, a desk, or a stapler to become the unofficial office mascot. All it took was a few timid steps, a wag of the tail, and a headbutt — delivered with the enthusiasm only a baby lamb could muster.

While every coworker was smitten, one in particular, Britney, became his favorite. The bond was instant. During lunch breaks, Graham would trot straight to her and gently headbutt her legs until she sat on the floor. Once down there, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Oddly enough, he rarely played that way with his rescuer. “It’s like he knew I was mom,” she explained. There was a level of reverence, or maybe just an instinct to spare the person who saved him. But the moment she stepped out of the room? Panic. Graham would call out for her, eyes wide, legs scrambling.

Beyond the cuteness, though, there’s a deeper layer to Graham’s story.

This was a lamb who had every reason to distrust people. Born into pain, surrendered by a farmer, and forced into surgery — his early life offered little stability. But given gentleness, patience, and yes, a desk job, Graham transformed.

Once cleared by his vet to explore outside, Graham’s world expanded. He met Olive and Squirt, two other animals on the farm, and they clicked like an instant trio. But he never forgot his human coworkers — especially Britney, who still asks for updates and gets photo messages when Graham’s out frolicking.

Tucked beneath the wool and whimsy: even the smallest animals carry emotional depth. They build bonds. They hold grudges. They miss people.

And sometimes, all they need is a second chance… and a coworker willing to sit on the floor during lunch.