I had to take Levite, one of our Pyrs, to the vet for a re-check on an ear infection that was found when he was in for his shots a few weeks ago. Lambchops, a 3 month old Rambouillet lamb, has been limping and really favoring her right front leg. Since I was going to the vet anyway, I wanted him to check her since I didn't see any obvious reason for it. I put a large dog crate in the back of the truck and grandson Nate helped me put her in it, then covered it with a blanket and strapped it down. Vet didn't see anything wrong either and felt she might have just pulled a muscle. After the vet's appointment we stopped at the McDonalds drive-through. Nate is now of driving age (not licensed but able to drive with a licensed person) so he was on the ordering side at the drive-through. The conversation went something like this:
McDonalds person: Hello, welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?
Nate: Give us just a minute, (Lambchops, VERY loudly, from the back of the truck: BAAAAA. She sounded more like someone belching loudly than a sheep.) We're still deciding.
McD, slight chuckle: OK, let me know when you're ready.
Nate, laughing: OK, we're ready (BAAAAA), we'll have a (BAAAAA) #6 with a Coke, and a (BAAAAA) #8 with a diet, no (BAAAAA) ice.
McD, louder chuckle: Will that be all?
Nate, laughing louder: (BAAAAA) Yes.
McD, laughing uncontrollably: That'll be $12.65 at the first window.
Nate, laughing hysterically: (BAAAAA)
When we got to the window, the person had tears running down her cheeks and she was absolutely speechless. The baa-ing continued from the back of the truck, Nate was laughing hysterically, muttering something about hoping they didn't have him arrested for sexual harassment.