An untrouf

You won't believe this (nor should you). This morning, a sheep appeared in my front yard. No, it wasn't Fluffy; I'd know that bxxxx anywhere. The thought occurred that it may be Fluffy's mother, but I was unable to determine, because she spoke a strange idiom. She inserted the sound of "f" in the word truth, the letter "x" appeared in the word ask, and she added an "a" to the first syllable of Tijuana. When she referred to me as "tovarich," however, I grew apprehensive and asked the dog to escort her to the property line. As she was moving off, I thought I may have heard the word "jihad." I hope she doesn't tell the disc golfers where I live.