Red is an adaptable dog, to say the least. He is gentle and quiet in therapy work, he is steadfast and ferociously dedicated in his work with the sheep. I have never known a creature, animal or human, as focused and unwavering in his work as Red. I do not generally compare myself to dogs, but I believe we connect in this ferocious dedication to our work. Red is being creative in his way, I am being creative in mine. We both take it seriously, I am happy to stand out in the snow for hours for a photo like this, even in my bathrobe (or less.)

I am not Red, or much like him, but that is one of the ways in which we do connect I think, we see that in the other. This morning, a nasty, icy storm. Red did not appear to notice it, he kept the animals away from the feeders until I could get the hay out without falling on the ice and snow, as I have often done.