Every morning, as we do our daily dogs runs and ball-throwing and exercise, Fate has developed a new and favorite trick: she ambushes Red.

As he does h is sweeping runs and outruns around the pasture, Fate races over to the skid barn, lies in hiding, and wait until Red rounds the corner, then she pounces, tries to startle him and races alongside him around the pasture. Red, one of the world’s most even-tempered and trusting creatures, never seems to notice Fate or avoid her, he just keeps on plowing head, his usual focused and undistractable self.

Fate is fortunate to have such a patient and tolerant big brother, if Red minds this game, he never shows it, and she manages to surprise him every single time. Fate loves this game, it is one of her favorites. Fun is where you find it.