Whenever we are done with the sheep, I say, “Rose, out” about 20 times. She doesn’t want to go. Usually she turns and looks incredulously at me, as if I’m joking, or don’t really mean it. Rose gets it done. This week, we are taking the Merck sheep out on grass. The staff there isn’t sure Rose can control all the ewes and lambs in the field. No doubt about it. They want her to sleepover.