Trevor and Jazzy
Many many years ago, I was walking with my Jack Russel along a remote empty road in the Dublin mountains. I rounded a corner to be confronted with an enormous number of sheep. They'd been rounded up from the surrounding hills. My dog, Whiskey, thought Paradise had just come upon her. Off she went, scattering the sheep. I felt awful as I got her under control (eventually). Luckily the sheep-men had a sense of humour. No damage was done.
I can really empathize with the Fenton owner.