It has been cold again the last couple of days, and Fate’s ice pond in the woods has frozen solid again, she tested it a bit on the edges and then went sailing jubilantly across the middle of the pond, skating along on her paws and sometimes, her butt. She loves to skate. She didn’t do it, I noticed, when the pond was melting, she seems to have a strong instinct for solid ground.

Yesterday she broke up the ice and pulled chunks of it out of the pond. Today, a different story, I think of her skating in the rink in New York’s Central Park, I think she’d love it.  Maybe if I put Red’s therapy dog tag on her, she’d get in.

I have never had a dog quite like Fate, her joy for life is relentless and inexhaustible. She never passes up an opportunity to practice joy.