When Red goes to the gate, the sheep retreat almost out of sight. When Fate goes to the gate, all the sheep gather right next to her. Different styles.  Fate is a free spirit, she sails above the rigors of daily life, she is a joy dog. Her breeder thinks I might have messed up her training, she comes from Wales, after all. Maybe so, but Fate is Fate, and we love her all the same.