When I see Red in his stance, I think of the word “resolve.” It means “determined to do something.” When you tell Red to go get the sheep, he goes and gets the sheep, you can take it to the bank.  He is the sweetest and most generous spirit, but when he goes to work, the rest of the world disappears. Red is nine now, he has a bit of arthritis, is a little stiff after herding the sheep sometimes.

If he is uncomfortable in any way, he never shows it and you would never know. The other word I think of when I look at Red is “stoic.”