I am sure Fate is part fox, part wolf, maybe a little cheetah. The dog that is too nice to herd sheep loves mud and muck and hard running through the woods and fields. It is hot her today, well into the 90’s, and Fate had long tongue from running hard, she ran into the swamp, found a nice stinky mud bog and rolled and rolled in it. Please with herself, she ran over to me and shook herself off.

You can see the Mad Dog in her eyes, she is a wild thing and we love her for it. Red  has never jumped into water, rolled in mud, or done a single wild or undignified thing. They are a wonderful pair.