Fate is a wild dog in many ways, she is very sweet and affectionate, but out in the woods or the meadow, we see another side of her, she is a wild thing, I haven no doubt she could survive out in the woods if the coyotes didn’t get her. She finds water, digs through the ice, hunts for frogs and chipmunks, berries and nuts. Out on our walks, I sometimes see her out in the woods, sniffing and investigating, soaking up the stories of the forest with her eyes and ears and nose. She hears and sees and smells so much more than I do, I wish she could tell me her stories.