Auditioning

Some local sheeps.
I hope there's enough time for the Wretched One to give them some tips on elocution.  They seem to speak in the vernacular.

On a slightly embarrassing note, I am now being referred to as The Thieving Hound.  Not only was I caught in the act, the Kindly Mister happened to have a camera on his person - so there's no denying it.
I got them back though - their pork chops made me sick as a dog. Twice.