I have the best husband ever. When I told him the NH Sheep and Wool Festival was coming up, he said "Oh, I love the sheepdog demonstrations." If he rolled his eyes about driving an hour and a half to look at sheep, alpaca llamas and angora bunnies, plus standing around while I paw through skeins of yarn; he kept it to himself.
Lots of smiling people, mostly women on a fiber high, plus many sheep, wool, and llama folk having serious conversations about whatever people in that business talk about.
There were sheep. All the sheep were looking at each other, as if they were also deep in conversation.
While he was waiting for me as I debated the merits of 14 shades of purple for a vest, Larry went to a talk on ruminant digestion. Seriously. He said four stomachs is quite an elaborate system.
There were sheepdogs being more obedient than my children ever were. Actually, so were those goats.
There were alpaca llamas. They make an odd whining/humming sound, and look like big stuffed animals. Bizarre creatures, but their wool is softer than a baby's cheek.
There were angora bunnies. (I want one)
There were people spinning and knitting.
There was fleece to spin.
There was yarn.
Some followed me home. Lucy was fascinated by the angora. I had to put it away after she started nuzzling it.