I can almost guarantee a mood lift if you go here.*
I want one of these so much. I want a ewe, and I will name her Lucy. I will put on my leather jacket and combat boots and I will take her for walks down Halsted Street on a leash. We will stop at Caribou Coffee and I will have a cocoa and she will have a little bowl of water, or maybe a latte. I'll knit and she can sit under the table and munch sheep treats.
The guys will stop and stare down at her and she will look sweetly up at them and say "baaa."
I can take Lucy over to the lake and let her graze in Lincoln Park. Or walk her around the zoo. I bet she would like the penguins.
She can accompany me to the neighborhood bookstore, after I've trained her not to nibble on things on low shelves.
She will be a hit at Charlie's Bar when I go two-stepping. She can wear one of my cowboy kerchiefs around her neck.
For shopping trips to Michigan Avenue I will get her a fancy leash at Kenneth Cole.
If I used her as a model, she could be a tax write-off.
At night she can sleep on a fluffy blue pillow (with tassels and a monogram "L") at the foot of the bed.
I wonder if they can be housebroken?
*A special nod to Liza, who turned me onto this site.