There are two things Fate hates more than anything in her sometimes sad life. One is when we go somewhere – anywhere – and she is left behind. She moans and groans piteously and tragically when left in her crate. The other thing she hates is when everyone doesn’t come along. This morning, she and Maria drove off without me, and Fate sad in the backseat of Maria’s car and stared tragically as I waved goodbye.

Sometimes life just brakes a young dog’s heart. In a perfect world for Fate, everyone would go everywhere together, and she would never be left behind. She can turn it on when she is looking for sympathy.