Yesterday Shelly and I were scheduled to take a group of ewes and a ram and a few lambs to a buyer in Denver. Where in Denver we weren't exactly sure. I love trips that include the phrase "not exactly sure" (typed with a sarcastic font). Shelly got the ewes and the ram loaded with no problems. I was loading the baby lambs into a kennel when one of the ewes started rubbing on Shelly. Shelly got a little emotional and explained that the ewe was her favorite, she was docile and would come up to her frequently and rub on her. The ewe is about a 172 years old and would surely be taken to sale and sold off as mutton. Shelly gave me that look. Needless to say the ewe stayed home. She will become a companion to Shelly's ram Nubie. I can't say no to that look.
The first part of the trip went fine. Other than Izzy Dog's gas problem, it was great as far as a road trip to the city with a "not exactly sure" destination goes. I demanded a stop in Castle Rock for cherry dip cone at the DQ. I figured it was the least Shelly could do since I gave the ewe a reprieve. Just inside of Denver we were able to contact the buyer of the ovine and got directions to his ranch. The offloading of the sheep went swimmingly and we headed out as quickly as we arrived. The trip home was going smoothly or so I thought. I didn't need a stop in Castle Rock but as Colorado Springs neared and began to feel the pressure of the three or so gallons of ice tea that I had consumed. I was telling Shelly that I would need a pit stop and Shelly was ignoring me. She was ignoring me and I smelled smoke. She was thinking about something. When I started to say something again she shushed me. I turned my attention to the sound of the truck. It didn't seem to be shifting as smooth as it should. Shelly pulled into a gas station with a large empty lot next to it. I went to the restroom. Upon my return, I was informed that Tom Truck had 1st gear and reverse. My cell phone (Shelly left hers at home) has been demanding that I plug in my charger eons ago. With what juice was left on the cell, we called a tow company. The company's dispatcher asked what kind of truck we had. Shelly emphatically replied with, "A really big, heavy truck." Love her technical terms. I would have probably said that Tom Truck was a one ton, diesel with a crew cab and a long bed. But heck, it wasn't me on the phone. In the next ten minutes, my cell phone received 7 automated messages from the tow company letting us know that there was a truck on the way to our location.
Other than that things are about the same around here. We continue to have a long list of "To Dos" and not enough days in the week to get them all done.