Seriously, being a sheep farmer must sound like living in the common room of the loony bin. I couldn't do any shearing because I would be cracking up too much. ...while we're at it...
"I have heard your songs and watched your dancing shadows around bright fires. In a time so distant that I can barely remember, some of us joined you to sit near those fires. We became part of your packs, joined in your hunts, protected your pups, helped you, feared you, loved you." Damn this was a powerful piece. If you're a dog lover like I am it clicks into place so well. Also, makes me tear up.