I love signs and notices like this – the more official-looking, the better. Luckily for me, here in Norfolk they abound.
Now, should you come across any particularly worried sheep in future, you will know the number to call.
Personally, I have always found sheep to be fairly easily worried – they run, bleating hysterically, in all directions as soon as you appear over the fence with even a small jar of mint sauce, as though you were accompanied by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Which, of course, you are not.
Presumably this propensity to worry is why they are spared the trauma of taking exams or giving PowerPoint presentations.
Though why dogs should be the scape-goats in this instance, I do not know.
I’m feeling a bit silly today.