Now, knowing that a good number of my blogger friends have sheep (and appear to love them dearly) I have, up until now, left it as a mere statement of fact.... I DO NOT LIKE SHEEP. Period. I hate sheep just slightly more than I loath goats.
I am sorry but I do not take this position out of ignorance- I boarded my old horse Rocky with a mob of sheep for four years (I was responsible for feeding and cleaning up after them) and I lived with Odie (the Goat) for another. I've spent a good deal of time with either species at other barns along the way and have had some that I've liked better than others and my tender moments with them as well. One ewe at my old barn I named Gramma, she had an ol'n'wise look to her eye and would come up for a scratch every morning. I'd even give Odie a scratch a time or two. I dont hate an individual sheep, if I came by your place I'd give yours some lovin' too and probably compliment you on their profuse and gloriously fine wool. I get that they are contributors to this planet and have a place on them. But still... thanks but no thanks.
IMHO they stink, they have VERY dirty bums, their poop is like miracle poo, (it gets everywhere and is impossible to remove from clothing, creases or sawdust), their sole objective in life is to find ways to make yours miserable (by breaking out, eating up or destroying anything they get their grubby little paws on (I know they dont have paws!)). Now, I am sure your goats and sheep are clean, potty trained little angels, but the ones I've known where all of the above. I am sorry, honestly I mean no offense, but this has been my personal experience with them...and an opinion I am fairly content with...meaning I will NEVER own sheep or goats. Never say never, right? Never!
Actually there was a resident goat at my last barn named Odie. Everyone just loved that little 'ucker like he was the best thing since slice bread. He drove me up the bloody wall. I swear, sheep and goats are the single most annoying creatures on earth. Sure they can be cute and their antics humorous, they can be "smart" (meaning they are insanely clever at finding new ways to reek havoc wherever they go) but, with all due respect, thanks but no thanks!
My less-than-adoring attitude found Odie and I eyeball to eyeball on more than one occasion- him backed into a corner trying to find a way by while I stood over him, shaking with frustration, trying to resist the urge to bash him over the head with whatever object he had recently destroyed (I would never actually hurt the belligerent bastard). I'd mutter, "You and me, Odie... just you, me and a side of Tzatziki! I hear your lovely in a curry!"
Thanks everyone who contributed to yesterdays post. It really helped me understand more about blogging...the social aspect of it, as well as all the wonderful, positive benefits we draw from expressing our thoughts and opinions, gathering support and sharing our life experiences with a global community.