Red has figured out how to work the pasture. He burrows around like a mole rat – so do we – and has tunnels and paths everywhere. He disappears into the snow banks and pops up where he wants to be. I sat down with him in one of our growing snow tunnels this morning, I wanted to see the world as he sees it. This is a good vantage point for him, he can keep an eye on the sheep in the feeder and move them around if he needs to.

He seems to know where all the tunnels are, the sheep don’t. When I show and dress, Red is by the front door, poised in his work stance, eager to get out. The snow is just another element in his work life, he is a dog engineer in so many ways.