I sometimes wonder if Fate ever sleeps, I think someone may have slipped a small nuclear reactor into her skull when she was young. I was sitting at the dining room table last night finishing dinner and I happened to look to my left, and into the living room. Fate was in her own bed, watching me and Maria. She misses nothing, never gives up hope that we are about to go to do some kind of work.
In the meantime, she waits and watches. I’m not sure she ever sleeps.
Ahhh. Her beautiful magic eye is the window to her beautiful soul. I am in NYC today and saw a dog at a corner that looked exactly like her and I wondered what she was doing today in upstate NY. . Fate may not be a sheep herding dog per se, but she is so special in all the ways that count. I love when you write about her. There is something magical about her.
That’s a wonderful picture of her. Relaxed, head on her foreleg, yet strategically sight-lined to stay attentive to your and Maria’s every move. And, strangely, I think the black & white shot makes her stand out more than if you’d used color.
My only complaint is the next feature does not work well and is often missing so i have to close out f& go back in again. And when it is there it skips all over. Rarely next.
Eliza, I have no idea what you are talking about.