A Welshman, a sheep, and a dog were survivors of a terrible shipwreck.
They found themselves stranded on a desert island. After being there a
while, they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to
watch the sun set. One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with
beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle - a perfect
night for romance.
As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the
Welshman.
Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.
But the dog got jealous, growling fiercely until the Welshman took his
arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together,
but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck.
The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman
the Welshman had ever seen.
She was in a pretty bad way when they rescued her, and they slowly
nursed her back to health.
When the young maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their
evening beach ritual.
It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and
gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon, the Welshman started to get "those feelings" again.
He fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned
over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear ...
"Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"
They found themselves stranded on a desert island. After being there a
while, they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to
watch the sun set. One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with
beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle - a perfect
night for romance.
As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the
Welshman.
Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.
But the dog got jealous, growling fiercely until the Welshman took his
arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together,
but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck.
The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman
the Welshman had ever seen.
She was in a pretty bad way when they rescued her, and they slowly
nursed her back to health.
When the young maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their
evening beach ritual.
It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and
gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon, the Welshman started to get "those feelings" again.
He fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned
over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear ...
"Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"
