Paulie Walnuts Dreams of Sheep

Many years ago, Hollywood imagined what might happen if a passel of city folk found themselves embroiled in the culture of the deep country.  My Cousin Vinny was a big success and is still getting lots of play on family room screens.

Paulie Walnuts, recently of the sophisticated megalopolis that is New Jersey, has made a shift in his residence not unlike Vinny's.  From the New Jersey urban landscape to a sheep farm in rural Virginia, Paulie Walnuts has made friends all along the way, and he has learned to appreciate a life pastoral.

In fact, Paulie Walnuts is enjoying his locale so much he's begun to think of himself as a sheepdog.

Do I hear you laughing?  Sure, make fun.  Like you'd blend.

Paulie Walnuts has developed a keen eye for any potential trespassers.   Coyotes.   Drunken college boys out to tip some sleepy sheep.  Wool rustlers who can flip and shear a ewe in less time than it takes a barista to serve you a double mocha skinny latte with whipped cream.  Interlopers. 

He's not havin' it.
 

Paulie Walnuts keeps his ears open for any cries of sheeply dismay.

He makes his rounds, checking in with his lieutenants in the field.

Paulie Walnuts never rests.

He's a hero for our times, really, proclaims

The Frog Princess