At the end of every day, Fate comes over to my chair – usually after dinner – and she crawls up into my lap. This hyper-active dog, who never pauses from sunrise to dusk, crawls up gently and puts her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes. I sometimes close my eyes as well. It is a loving and peaceful moment, it  usually lasts about three minutes, and then she is up, bringing me toys to throw, wanting to fool around for a bit, wanting to go out, wanting to pester Red.

I love this time, it marks the end of the day for both of us, for me a chance to take a deep breath, settle in, put the day behind me.

Fate is the most active dog I have ever lived with, and the most loving. It is curious how we both need this time together.