Fate was circling the sheep out in the back pasture, and suddenly turned around – it was hot – and abandoned her post, plunging into the pond and splashing around joyously. “Hey,” I said, “what about the sheep?” This is not good border collie protocol, many noses would turn upward at this. But she had great fun and when she was cool, she returned to duty. The sheep hadn’t move. We all have to work at our own pace.