So, I was heading out the door to go and feed the sheep (who's little home is like a mile away, up hill both ways, through 3 feet of snow) and I miss calculated the front step and plummeted into the massive pile of hard snow. My leg was so far down that I had to shimmy myself up and then body roll down the snow bank. Only to then lose the bucket of water on the way down.
After my free roll, I started to hike to the land of sheep aka the middle of the field, when the dogs thought it would be cool to stay in the path I created and play WWE. Ethel pile drives Bert using my back leg as her ropes and sends me flying into the snow once again. This time losing half my bucket of feed. I pick myself up again and make the rest of the track only to be greeted by 2 hungry sheep and one Bert who was starving for sheep turds. I nicely waited for him to finish having sheep delicacy before we made the hike back to the house. I finally finished my normally 10 minute job of feeding the animals in no less than 45 minutes with the wonderful help of these two.