Some things weren’t very funny. Bear with me and I will relate the story of the sheep.
As easy as Eeyore was to deal with the sheep practically killed me. They were spooked and there wasn’t much I could do about it. At first they got out of the yard and I needed a crash course in how to build better fences. Once I got past that it got easier. We lost the young ram to some sort of sickness. His sister became sick but recovered. With the arrival of twins (one died) the population was stable. We had a lot of weeds and tall grass that sheep liked and donkeys didn’t. With that sort of Jack Sprat and Wife approach the land got eaten down pretty well.
When the plants became eaten down a little I moved the team to the neighbors yard. I would tie out the donkey and the sheep would roam close to him. My neighbor did not use his mower the year of the sheep. The sheep never let Eeyore out of their sight until I told them to. I would do that by ringing a bell and shouting Eeyore at the top of my lungs. The sheep would come running and since Eeyore thought they were eating all the grain (they were) he became really easy to bring home as well.
The donkey became part of the sheep family. When mama sheep gave birth we knew it. Eeyore saw us and came running over. He kept braying until we followed him over and looked in on the newborn. He just had to let us know. A scientist would say that I am delving into anthropomorphism by saying he was excited. I would say that the scientist never had a dog or a donkey.
Donkey’s are supposed to hate dogs but, like I said, Eeyore and Bob seemed to delight in nipping and barking/braying at each other. That got pretty tiresome if you were trying to sleep, or think, or whatever. Eeyore’s liking for dogs and overall friendliness resulted in us losing the sheep and getting more donkeys. I read and believe that donkey Jacks are only good for one thing. If you want a livestock guard you need a Jenny or a Gelding.
We had three dogs. There was Bob that you have heard about. We would always tie Bob to the porch when he wanted outside but there were two others. Mama always wanted to name the animals after Winnie the Pooh characters so the first nonworking dog was named Pooh Bear. She was a mix of Rottweiler and something.
The second nonworking dog was named Indy. Pretty much the same mix. I have no idea why Sally named him after something other than Winnie the Pooh critters but she did. The two dogs had to be collared to keep them from chasing sheep but they never harmed them.
Then Sally developed staph infection in her blood and everything changed. She had been in the hospital for over three weeks and we had just about figured out that we weren’t going to lose her when it happened. I took about a week off work to visit her in the hospital and try to keep up with things at home. Then I went back to work. That resulted in a severe loss of control on the home front
I came home from the hospital one night after visiting hours and found a strange scene. The donkey was standing by the fence and began braying at me. Bob was barking and everything else was quiet. I went to the fence and found the two dogs finishing off the last of the sheep.
Now you could ask yourself why I did not just kill the two dogs. One was very young and the other very old. I had no sheep. I let myself be talked out of killing them and it wasn't very hard. I did decide to do something about it. That was the start of the herd which was really sort of an arms race.