A guy is out hiking in the outback of Australia and he comes upon a vast herd of sheep. Way back at the back he spies Bruce the drover and a couple of dogs and by and by the drover gets up to him just in time to have a boil up.
So they're sitting drinking their tea and having a bit of a chat and the hiker observes that being a drover in the outback must be a pretty lonely business.
Aay what of it?
Says Bruce
the Hiker says well I was just wondering what you did out here when, uh, you got the urge.
Bruce looks at him for a while and he says, Well... ya take yer ewe and ya put one back leg in one rubba boot and the other back leg in the otha rubba boot and ya throw her front legs o'er the fence and ya give it to 'er.
The hiker says I see - and after a while they part ways
A couple of years later he's hiking in Scotland and sure enough he comes across a vast herd of sheep with wee Angus and a couple of border collies at the back.
As luck would have it he ends up having a boil up and a wee dram with Angus and they get to chatting and by and by he recounts the story from Australia.
Angus turn bright red and just gets spitting mad - he can hardly talk.
Those Australians he says, they're disgusting, those filthy barstards.
The hiker recoils a bit from the strength on Angus's emotions, so you don't do that here? he asks.
Nay says Angus that's animal abuse
If she's got her front legs o'er the fence, ya could never give the wee lass a kiss and show her how you truly feel
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