Wild Sheep couldn't drag me away

We are sitting down to a lovely steak and salad with a jacket potato.
The phone rings.
Cowboy is up in a huff and then out the door.
"Where are you off to?" I holler like a desperate house de-facto
" There are 400 sheep on the road 30kms out of town, I have to go sort it out"
"There is one dead cow on your plate" I say, annoyed at the constant demands of his Cowboyness. (or sheepboyness as the case might be)
So he flees the scene to see the fleece out in the middle of the road, in the lateness of the night in the middle of dinner.
I hope he comes back soon.



(please note that pic is not the Cowboy - but made me laugh I took it from here)