We had a sheep when I was a kid. My birth moms husband, (does not make him my step father), Tony, got this lamb, and it was the sweetest little thing. We had a doberman and a german sheppard. Those were Tony's dogs as well... Well, he got them dogs all riled up one day playing with them and they attacked my baby sister. She was only 4 at the time. I remember that clearly to this day... Well anyway, he put the dogs out side for the night, my sis went to get stitched up. Well, we moved to a house in Burr Oak, and one day the dogs got loose and killed the sheep. It was so sad, because I really liked that sheep. I was really mad at the jerk too, because thats when he decided that the dogs needed to be put down. Not after tearing up my sister, but the sheep.
I don't think I could ever have a sheep now though... I would cry big time if anything happened to it. And I couldn't eat it. I don't like sheep meat...