Man, what a day! I swear, being a shepherd in Villard-Bonnot is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my sheep. Gotta check on ‘em. But first, coffee. Can’t function without my morning fix.
So, I’m chugging my coffee on Rue de la République, and I see this old dude, probably 80, walking his dog. The dog’s like, “I’m outta here!” and just bolts. The old guy? He’s just standing there, mouth agape. I’m like, “Dude, your dog’s gone!” But he just shrugs. Classic Villard-Bonnot, I guess.
After that, I head to the fields near the Parc de la Mairie. Beautiful spot, man. Green grass, fresh air, and my sheep just chilling. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past. He’s yelling something about a “sheep race.” I’m like, “What?!” I turn around, and my sheep are all hyped up, thinking it’s time to run.
I’m chasing them down Rue des Écoles, yelling like a madman. “Get back here, you fluffy idiots!” I swear, they think it’s a game. I’m sweating bullets, and then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? Faceplant in front of a bunch of tourists. They’re laughing, taking pics. Great. Just what I needed.
Finally, I catch up to my flock near the old church, Église Saint-Jean-Baptiste. I’m panting, and these tourists are still snapping pics. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I’m the shepherd. Get your shots.” But then, one of ‘em asks if they can pet a sheep. I’m like, “Sure, but don’t blame me if it bites!”
So, I’m standing there, watching these tourists pet my sheep, and I feel this weird mix of pride and annoyance. Like, “These are my sheep, not your petting zoo!” But hey, they’re happy, and I guess that’s what matters.
Then, I head over to the local market on Rue de la Gare. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, cheese, and all that good stuff. I grab a baguette and some cheese. Can’t go wrong with that. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a piece of cheese. Like, dude, it’s not a car! Just pay the price!
I’m munching on my baguette, feeling all fancy, when I bump into my buddy, Pierre. He’s got this wild story about a goat that escaped from his farm. Apparently, it ended up in a café, munching on pastries. I’m dying laughing. Only in Villard-Bonnot, right?
As the day winds down, I head back to my fields. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I sit down, just me and my sheep. I think about how crazy today was. From chasing sheep to faceplanting in front of tourists, it’s all part of the shepherd life.
But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Villard-Bonnot, with its quirky streets and wild stories, is home. And even if my sheep drive me nuts sometimes, they’re my fluffy little family.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Villard-Bonnot. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!