My best friend's husband inherited 5 year old Pyr a few years ago when an of his uncle died. There are sheep in a field behind their house. It wasn't three hours from the time hearrived until Mask, who had lived in a yard in Des Moines his whole life, snuck out thru the garage, dug under the barbed wire fence, and took up guarding the sheep. The farmer was a little aggravated to have his sheep guarded from HIM at first, but it didn't take long to figure out a time share solution that suited Mask admirably.
Now have to say something else: I love me some sheepies, but this:
First of all sheep do not smell.
is a big fat lie. I grew up around sheepies, and if you can't smell them, you should have your nose checked.
I have spent many a day and night on a sheep farm, helping out during the shear, feeding orphans in the mudroom, helping run them thru the dip, and I'm telling you, a undamaged nose can smell sheepies at least a block away.
That said, I have never loved a goat yet. Probably because all the ones I've encountered are far, far too stinky to snuggle. I hope mini-goats come with mini-stench!
