It seems we have a seeing eye dog of sorts. Rocky and Red sit together and gaze out at the world. It often looks as if Red is seeing the world and conveying it to Rocky, perhaps in some instinctive way we primitive humans cannot understand, something only dogs and horses can grasp. Or maybe they can converse in some language we don't know.
Rocky: Hey, that white sheep is smart and tough. She blew you off in the pasture yesterday.
Red: I know, man, you should have been seen her run me and Jon over when she led the escape through the fence. We didn't see it coming.
Rocky: I can't see anything coming.
Red: Oh, sorry dude.
Rocky: Where are those *(&))))))$$$%%#! donkeys?
Red: Down below, Simon is gazing at you, glaring. I've got your back
Rocky: What is his issue, man?
Red: He thinks you're after his girls.
Rocky: Well, I sort of dig that Fanny. She smells sweet and I love her soft bray, brings back a lot of memories.
Red: I'd cool your jets, man, Simon is all fired up.
Rocky: Okay, okay. Do me a favor. Walk me to the barn so I can get some grain when Maria comes out. She is a sucker for giving me grain. Sweet thing..
Rocky: Just kidding, just kidding. I'm a hundred years old, for God's sake. Let me at least dream a bit.
Red: Don't be down on Simon. He's just an ass. He's been through his own stuff…
Rocky. It's exciting around here at least. For 15 years, all I heard was the sound of me chewing grass. A lot is happening, good buddy. Glad you are around.
Red: It's nothing, really.