Nymeria, our house sheep, daily showed a diverse personality.  She thought herself a member of our pack, she played chase with the dogs and she had attitude.  "Little Miss Sassy pants" would grab Papa's bag of zip-strips (a favorite toy) and run through the house shaking it like a dog.  If you attempted to take the bag, she would shake it harder and run.  If you succeeded, she would follow you yelling the whole time.

One day while working, I heard a commotion in the bedroom. Peeking around the corner, I find Nymeria jumping on the bed.  Yes, jumping, like every human child ever.  She bounced from one side to the other, spun around, and bounced back. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You gotta try this!" she seemed to reply and returned to her jumping.

I don't recommend having a house sheep (they don't house break, just so you know) but I cherish the memories she gave us.