Jack vs. Pepe le Pew

There's nothing like being awakened at 2 a.m. by your barking dog only to hope that it's not really the smell of skunk wafting through your house.  I'm sure Jack's intentions were good.  But the skunk's aim was even better and he (or she) managed to spray my front door.  Luckily, Jack was inside the house and only the front of the house smells.  In fact, it smells so strong it makes your eyes water when you walk by. I'm sure it will wear off soon.  

Of course, there was that time that Jack managed to get skunked about 10 minutes before we finished loading up sheep into my trailer. I then proceeded to spend the next several hours (4 to be exact) pulling a trailer full of my sheep with Jack riding shotgun, as they say, next to me.  You may be asking yourself how that could be. Well, I had one of the worst head colds of my life and couldn't smell anything.  And Jack didn't seem to mind.  For him, it was just another perfect day.

Jack

I like to say "we all work for Jack" (aka el Jefe).  He manages to keep track of every-thing on the farm and is always the first to let me know when something is amiss, such as the sheep have managed to burst through a fence and into the wrong pasture. He also seems to enjoy buzzing past the chickens, watching them squawk and flap in indignation.  Now that spring is here, the ewes and lambs spend their days on the hillside pastures.  Jack runs the perimeter of the hillsides at the close of every day to help bring the sheep down to a pasture close to the house.  This keeps the lambs safe from coyotes at night.