In Northern Ireland, where Red was born and lived, the dogs take the sheep out to find pasture and then bring them in after they graze. Red seems fond of this task, this idea of bringing the sheep in. He went out into the far pasture to round them up and then marched them down the hill and back to the farm, just as he probably did in Ireland.

Fate is not as patient as Red, she prefers to run alongside them and around them, together the two make a strong team, the sheep don’t have a chance. I loved this image of them, it looked like a sketch to me.