Fate is something of a wild and impulsive creature, she tears around the farm like a obsessive maniac much of the time, and at other times, she seems to forget that she is not a puppy any longer but a big dog.

Fate has a great and loving hear, which is perhaps why she can’t bear to push the sheep around. Several times a week she climbs up on the footstool and just falls over into my lap for some hugging and belly scratching.

She loves to lean into my face even if she smushes my glasses. I admit to loving these cuddle sessions, I love Fate, she is unlike any other dog or border collie I have ever been privileged to live with. I guess we both need to do this sometimes.