December 8, 2008 – Rose is either working or waiting to work. When she is in the yard, she is either sitting in the garden watching the sheep or, if I move around the front of the house, she comes to the door waiting to see if I have work for her. I never every say “Rose, let’s get to work,” and don’t find her right there staring at me. Rose is on of the many good things in my life, and I am counting them daily.