It is an uplifting thing to see Fate in her meadow (our farmhouse is off in the distance, through the trees, right behind her),  she is transformed there, no longer a puppy but long and lean and fit working dog. She rises to the gentle hill by the road, she turns to me and then turns to the meadow, looking out and listening for life. Sometimes she goes racing off through the tall grass, sometimes she disappears behind the bushes and the dirt mounds, sometimes she finds a chipmunk or mouse, the other day she chased a baby rabbit and when the baby froze and turned to her, she stopped and ran off through the meadow again. She is definitely the Queen of the meadow, she is in her element there.