July 21, 2007 – Sometimes, I tell Rose to hold the sheep, and then I go into the farmhouse to eat or make calls or, Lord, sometimes even to write. This wonderful, faithful and diligent creature stays with them, watches them, lets them graze right up to her nose sometimes, and when I come back out, I always, always, know the sheep will be more or less where I left them. Good dog, and what a gift to me she is.