In the morning, Fate rushes to the pasture gate, focused on getting inside and running around the sheep. This morning, for the first time, she had company. Zinnia came running after her and stood by the gate also, staring at the sheep as they stared back at her.
Zinnia has never been in the pasture apart from the one time I carried her in to meet the donkeys and let them get her smell.
In that way, should she accidentally get into the pasture, they’ll know she lives here and has not come to harm the sheep.
I don’t plan to bring her into the pasture for weeks, if not months. There’s no rush.
But it’s good that she gets close to the gate, she and Ashar and Issachar seem to like each other, they are almost ready to touch noses, and like Zinnia, they are gentle souls.
Fate was rattled at first, but seemed to adjust.
I love how Zinnia is constantly exploring and always moving forward. Fate seems to be adjusting, albeit a little grudgingly. I suppose it will just take a little time.
Yeah, Fate!
What a good dog! (good for Zinnia, too, of course, but Fate is the one making the adjustment)