We're babysitting a small menagerie while my friend and his rather animal-crazy wife and their kid go to visit her family overseas for the first time in many years. They're good folk, but it's no small job as the horses have a diet that makes your average suburban yuppie 'health' nut on 53 supplements, natural goats-milk yoghurt and only shopping at health-food stores for important staples like organic burghul look like a meat-and-fried potatoes redneck. The one sheep (of 9) - which IIRC is 11... comes to have special muesli in the laundry.
The diet and instruction sheet... well the horses alone runs to two foolscap pages of typescript.
I wasn't too sure about the horses (Barbs has had a lot to do with horses, I had preferred motor bikes), but they seem good natured beasts. The 3 Border Collies... well I like dogs. And I like Border Collies. One is already a soppy big boy and I will have to work the others.
They have a horse-poo vacuum cleaner which tows behind a quad...