The sheep were his idea

Just in case anyone was wondering, the sheep were his idea.

I wanted horses, chickens and a couple of cats.  That was it.  We bought a modest sized piece of property and built a barn and fenced it for my lifelong passion.  Well, I should say the hubs masterminded and did most of the work building it and I helped some.  I was pretty happy with the status quo and my two horses. 
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And then it happened.  The hubs began to take notice of a neighboring sheep farm.  “Let’s get some sheep,” he suggested one day.  “Why do you want sheep?” I asked incredulously.  I had no desire to get sheep and was suspicious of the upkeep of additional animals.  “’Cause I can eat them!” He replied.  Of course.  “Why do you always want to eat everything?!” I groaned.  (This man.  I’m telling you.  I see a cute animal, and he sees a nice juicy cut of meat!)  “They eat the weeds in the field that the horses won’t eat, and then I can eat them!” came his reply.  “Well if the ram smells anything like a billy goat, then you can forget it!” I retorted.  

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