I can’t count the number of times I’ve fallen down on the farm, usually on ice. When I do, Rose materializes in a flash, rushing over to see what I’m up to. Photographing a potholder on a stone wall yesterday, I slipped in the mud and fell on my butt, keeping the camera up high to protect it. In seconds, Rose appeared on the stone wall looking for me, seeing what I’m up to. She is a faithful and vigilant creature.