We checked Fate’s paw wound today, and it was scarred but closed. I think she’s good to go, and Maria agreed; she took the bandage off, and Fate was visibly relieved and walking without any limp or hesitation. Border collies are hardy and stoic. For good measure, Fate will be kept out of the pasture until Sunday or Monday.

She’s bursting at the seams.

She is forbidden from sleeping on the sofa, but I relented yesterday; she was so miserable. She got up on the couch, looked at me anxiously, and when I said it was okay, she just went to sleep.

I love border collies dearly. Every one of them except Red was a wonderful pain in the ass. Red was the perfect gentleman; he never caused one second’s trouble.

She still had the red bandage on this morning, but when Maria got it off. I could almost see a smile.