Sometimes I think Fate has too much energy and joy to only herd sheep, the boundaries of her life always seem to grow. She might end up in the circus, or perhaps as an Olympic dog in the winter games. Today, in the pond in the deep woods, she took off across the ice, and had the best time sliding back to us, skidding and slipping and spinning, every minute of which she enjoyed so much she went out and did it again.Some spirits are just larger than life.