There are a few details I forgot to mention yesterday.
After loading poor stubborn Goldie in the car (which we had bought half an hour earlier), we discovered that we needed gas.
The guy gassing up in the next line over kept trying to peek into the back of our car. Finally, he just had to ask Madman "Is that some kind of dog?"
Madman laughed and said, "Nope, she's a sheep." Now I would have been tempted to just leave it at that, and make the guy wonder (or ask.) Or I might have added "She just loves to ride in the car." But Madman took the higher road and explained that she was on her way to be bred.
I expect that guy is still shaking his head about the sheep in the back of the station wagon.
The "new" car is a Subaru wagon. We needed all-wheel drive (or I couldn't have gotten up the driveway for 6 months out of the year) and something big enough to haul stuff (like, for instance, sheep.) Though Madman got so excited that he'd found a car that we could afford to pay cash for, that he forgot to ask about the transmission.
Last time I drove a manual was in 1970.