We stopped to buy something on a drive through West Hebron yesterday, and I didn’t realize there were two sheep in a pen right next to us. Red did notice, he and the sheep squared off for a bit, but nobody got excited. Red does not go after sheep, unless on command. I marvel always at how I can trust him anywhere.  These were tough old sheep, not easily rattled. I was grateful young Fate was not there instead, we would have have a wild time. She would have gone through that gate like a bullet. One of the many things i love about living in the country is that you never know what’s around the corner.