I’m afraid I’m in even more trouble with the social media police than I was before. This morning I took Red out in the pasture, and then while I was still outside I heard a call from the house from my cardiologist, I’d been trying to reach him for days about a change in my medication. I went inside to get it, told Red to stay.

The call took awhile, was followed by two more calls I needed to take, and then I went into my study to blog, check on a photograph, send a new chapter in my book to my editor. I completely forgot about Red. About an hour later, I leaned back in my chair and noticed Red was not lying there, where he usually is when I am sitting at my desk. I looked around, called for him, and then realized I had left him out in the pasture. I went outside and saw him exactly where I had left him.

He hadn’t moved an inch. It was sunny but not hot, but there were plenty of flies. I would not faulted him if he had moved, but I think Red would starve to death out there rather than move when he had been told to stay. It’s the second time this happened, I told him if wouldn’t be so bad if he were a little less obedient. I’m glad the social media police don’t have guns or badges yet.