So Many Sheep Today

Ruff Ruff... How the sun shines when the cock-a-doodle doo crows at the crack of dawn. When the almighty life-giving, heat-generating discus of hydrogen fusing star rises, my job is here. My role here is simple: round up any sheep that lose their way from the generous master of the farm. He is such a nice guy. Just yesterday, I was hungry and he gave me food. Mmmhhm. Nice, juicy, tender, steak of some sort. It was, of course, hot as a hot dog, but as luck would have it, the master brought out ice cold water. I panted. I can't sweat. Evolution, thanks for not letting me drench myself in sweat. Humans think panting is so cute :/. On second thought, How do I even type with paws? Well I must have seen over 30 sheep being rounded up to their destination, whatever that is. It's not my business, ya know?

Crap

don't read this. this is just a test. that is all.