Saturday morning and we are having a nice, little waffle breakfast with the neighbor girls.... then Spencer is pointing and yelling "beep, baaa, beep, baaa".
Paul is out the front door, swinging the spatula at a sheep that has wandered into our yard and asking him kindly not to eat the leather off the barbeque utensils, the sheep starts chasing Aly, and the neighbors Austrailian shepherd starts chasing the sheep (the three of them did about five laps around the cabin). The neighbor girls are squealing, Spencer is still yelling, "beep, baaaa, beep, baaa". In the midst of it all, Paul explains that he will deal with the sheep after breakfast as he sits down with a pile of waffles. The waffles are gone and Paul grabs a rope, ties it around the sheeps neck and starts walking the sheep home with four kids in tow and the neighbor dogs running circles around, herding them all down the road.
As you can imagine, it was quite comical and unfortunately, I didn't get any pics of Paul in his overalls, barechested, with four kids, two dogs, and the neigborhood sheep.
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