Cassandra is nothing if not conscientious. Every morning when she came, she figured out how to wear Fate out so I could work in the morning with a clear conscience. A dog like Fate needs to run. Cassandra goes to the bottom of the pasture hill, tells Fate to “go to the sheep,” and Fate charges up the hill, circles the sheep and then runs down to Cassandra.

Five or ten minutes of this leaves Fate with her tongue hanging on the ground, she sleeps for much of the morning. I walk Fate twice a day with Red and work her with the sheep, in her own odd way. She needs things to do and she definitely needs to run.

Cassandra figured that out.