This morning, I let Red and Fate into the pasture together, yelled out “hold the sheep” and went into the barn to get some water running out into the bucket for the animals. When I came out, Red and Fate had things in hand, they were both keeping the sheep in place. I feel for the sheep, these are two gentle and appropriate dogs, but I wouldn’t want to mess with either of them. We now have four workaholics living in the house, maybe this is why we all love each other so much.