I spent my days mostly at the computer, when I am not out buying groceries or working with Maria around the farm or herding the sheep with the dogs. Red has a special place, he lies behind my chair (I got him a bed or two for him and Fate to use, though she is rarely in my office). He is always there, it is his place.

The office is my space the cluttered space of the writer and blogger – books, papers, candles, computer.

Red is a spirit dog, he came to walk alongside me at this point in my life, he is always right there when I am working, I do not ever roll the chair back, I stand up so that I won’t startle him or run over his legs. Spirit dogs are ever present and faithful, they slip into the rhythms of our lives, they mark the passages of time for us.

Red grounds me, he has a calm and stillness about him that is powerful and healing and spiritual for him. Like all spirit dogs, he comes when he is ready, he will leave when his work is done. I hope that will be a good while, he has only been with me for three years, but I cannot imagine writing without him, although I do accept that one day I will have to.