My Turn and our fat fat sheep

Jacob's Dad's turn to write. Jacob walked back and forth between Kimmy and I forever. Of course I had the TV over my shoulder so he would walk towards me with his eyes on that for part of the time and on me the other. Mom's don't need TV's over their shoulders...I'd spin him around and he'd take off like a mad man for mommy.

Jacob and I planted a bunch of daylillies today while we waited for mom to get home. We got a ton of daylillies and irises (seems like to many i's and s's) from some friends of Kimmy's mom and dad. I got the rototiller out while Jacob played in the grass, quite interested in the loud mechanical machine his dad was operating...you could almost here him grunt like Tim the Tool Man Taylor...Need more power dad. So I rototilled while Jacob played in the grass, then I planted while Jacob played in the grass. However, when my back was turned at one point he managed to find a little bit of mud and upon turning around he showed me his hands that were completely covered in mud. Out with the hose, he seemed to enjoy that...and the occasional spray from Dad as I watered the newly planted daylillies. Needless to say by the time mom got home we were both a sight...muddy and wet.

Long before this happend back when we arrived home I looked out to where the goats and sheep are located. I noticed an animal goat or sheep I wasn't sure, that seemed to be tangled in the fence...I proceeded up the driveway and noticed it was Maude, our sheep. And she wasn't moving or struggling...I put it in high gear, and it's a good thing Jacob was sleeping not to be tramatized with my driving, as I flew up the drive and drove most of the way through the barn. Slamming on the breaks I flew out of the car and began to scale the gate, no time to open, as I reached the top of the gate, I noticed Maude was not hung up in the fence at all and appeared to be on her back with all 4 legs in the air. About this time and thinking the worse, I'm thinking of ways on how to break the bad news to Kimmy that Maude died....anyway I flew over the top of the gate and hit the ground running. I was hollering to her on the way and getting no response. Upon getting with in just a couple of feet I notice Maude opening her eyes...whew she was alive still... wondering if she got tore up by some dogs I began looking for blood ect and didn't want to move her if she was seriously hurt. She was breathing kind of hard and no signn of blood she was laying flat on her back with all 4's in the air...I leaned into her a bit and over she rolled...then she staggered to her feet and just stood as if knocked between the eyes with a baseball bat. Noticing on the ground quite a bit of sheep poop and the grass was quite faltened. She must of been there all day long. Yes our sheep is so fat that if she rolls on her back she's got too much weight to roll back over and is able to cast herself in the middle of the field. She walked around for about 10 minutes as if in a very thick fog. Wish I would of gotten some pictures... silly sheep.

Jared