Fate is six months old, she will be spayed next month at the Cambridge Valley Vet. She has her puppy moments, but I think of her more as a young dog rather than a puppy. Fate has a joy of life that is infectious and inspiring, I think it is a part of her, I think it will always be a part of her. A smart, intense, aware creature, Fate loves people and she loves life.

Good qualities for me in a dog. Fate’s joy is evident everywhere, but nowhere more so than when she vanishes into the meadow, romping through the tall grass, following the squeaks of chipmunks, the rustle of mice, hopping up and down like a rabbit, popping up here and there. I get the sense she loves being invisible in the meadow, loves appearing and disappearing. Not easy to photograph, I never quite know where she is, every now and then I am in the right spot at the right time, and she will come bursting up out of the ground and into the air, only to vanish again.

The colors of the meadow are changing for Fall, browns and yellows and reds, I love our meadow, Fate has enriched it for me even more.