Every morning, Fate climbs into my lap and we look out the window and we have a meeting to plan our day. Her plans are simple: wreak havoc, work and wreak more havoc and do more work. My kind of dog, Fate and Red. I do not care to think of a life without dogs. Still, I am into change and growth, I am thinking about getting a smaller dog, a Boston Terrier or something like that. I’ve never had a small dog, it would be fund to see what that is like and perhaps to write about it. Just a thought, a fantasy, I put these things out there and see what the angels wish to do.