I think this is Rose’s favorite position in the world. Asked to work, she tears out the back door, up the driveway, to the gate, then up the hill where she awaits instructions to bring the sheep down. She holds them in place while grain is distributed, then brings them to the feeder, and keeps an eye on them when they eat. She loves what she does, and does it faithfully and competently every day. Usually she stares at the sheep, but here she awaits instructions.