Sometimes, I think my dogs are defined by the big storms they work in. Once, after I first got Red, there was a howling snowstorm and he was out with the sheep. And I had to go inside to make a photo call to the large animal vet,  it was an emergency, one of the sheep was dying.

I made the call, and then some snow fell off the roof and I shoveled it out, and then my editor called and I had to go over some book notes, she was in a rush. I looked at the clock and realized I had left Red out in the pasture for two hours, I grabbed my coat and rushed outside to the pasture.

Red was right where I left him, covered in snow from top to bottom, only his eyes were showing. I’ve been careful not to do that again.