I learned once again the value of a good chore dog on a farm this week. Maria and I tried to grab the sheep to change their coats – Maria needs to keep the coats clean because she sells the wool as yarn in the Spring – and I ended up getting knocked on my butt in the manure pile. So yesterday we did it right. I took Red out, told him to get the sheep, and a minute later they were in the pole barn, penned in a corner. Red froze them in place, making sure nobody moved an inch. They didn’t. We changed the coats in three minutes without trouble. And nobody got knocked on their ass.