Hope springs eternal in Fate. She may not like to push the sheep around, but she loves to be with them, and run around them and sit in the pasture with them. Perhaps she was a sheep in a former life, and can’t bear to harm them, as one blog reader has suggested. When I came out to the pasture last night to cook something on my grill, I saw Fate waiting in the fading light, forever hopeful I will open the gate and let her in. I did.