Fate has a new passion, which is running through the meadow, listening carefully for signs of chipmunks, their squeaky rushing around makes her mad. This morning, she was hidden in the meadow grass and a chipmunk came skittering along outside of the fence she was hiding behind, she leapt – from a sitting position right over the fence – and gave the poor chipmunk quite a fright, she practically landed on top of him.

Fate is a chaser, but not really a hunter. The chipmunk was frozen in fear for a bit, and Fate looked confused. She wanted to catch him, but didn’t quite know what to do with him. He dove back into the meadow and vanished. Fate would make a great circus dog, I can see  her riding on the backs of an elephant.