Every morning, we bring hay out to the donkey feeder and the hay feeder. The sheep rush the donkey feeder and the donkeys kick and rush at them, and if people are standing nearby by – me or Maria, namely – somebody can get hurt. So I bring Red out every morning, with the command “hold the sheep” and he walks in front of the sheep, lies down and fixes them with a gaze that would melt steel. He does not move, even from the bitterly cold and frozen ground, until I give him the command, “That’ll Do,” and he rushes back to where I am standing, usually in the barn. Red has brought order to the morning feeding.

He is an indispensable farm dog.