I took Red out into the pasture this morning, and I’m happy to see he had a strong  morning out there.

He sat between the donkeys and the sheep and kept order, he didn’t have to run or move much, and the sheep paid him little mind, but kept in their place. They knew he was there.

I think this is important for Red now, it gives him work, movement and sense of work and dignity, important to dogs like border collies.

Red has nearly died several times since he’s been with me, he is a stoic and resilient creature. But I don’t think even he can make a fractured spine go away. But I see he does have up and down days, and this morning, under another painted sky, was a good morning.