If I call Fate to come out of the barnyard and the sheep are near the gate, she looks for a way around them. Much the same way she looks to avoid Flo when she’s near the back door and I call Fate in.
Fate’s afraid to get too close to the sheep. It’s not normal Border Collie behavior, but then Fate is her own dog. And I love her for it.
For all her fears of other animals, Fate also has a bit of wild in her.
Nothing like Frieda, who would run off into the woods for hours, hunting and killing small animals. But Fate’s comfortable in the woods. I feel like she would know how to survive there if she had to.
I’ve seen her scavenge dead things and eat animal feces. I remember seeing Jon’s Border Collie, Rose, grabbing wild raspberries off the bushes as she ran down the path, eating them without stopping. I can imagine Fate doing the same, and feasting on insects too. I believe her fur would grow thicker in the cold and I know she’s good at finding small spaces to curl up in to keep warm.
Maybe I like to see the wild side of my dogs the way a parent wants to give their children what they didn’t have as a child.
I feel like any wild inside of me was squelched long ago. But that doesn’t mean it’s not still there.
I wonder how it would manifest. I wonder if I’ve already seen glimpses of it, but wasn’t aware what it really was. Maybe it’s like my dreams, the more I pay attention to them, the more I remember them. The wild inside me could be the same. It just needs me to open myself up to it, to encourage it and make it feel welcome.
I like the idea of finding the wild in me. I think I’m ready for it.