Fate was engaged in her conscientious racing around the sheep in the pasture today, it was hot and humid. Suddenly, she vanished, and I looked around and discovered she had retreated deep into the marshy wet part of the pasture where brushhogger Ted Emerson gets stuck every year.

Turns out there was some water there from the rains this week and Fate plopped down in a cool, wet mess, then got up and resumed her mad circling around the sheep. They did not seem to notice. Fate believes the universe is her personal territory, she respects no boundaries.