For several years, we had two dogs.A sheltie, and a greyhound.We didn’t really put together...

For several years, we had two dogs.

A sheltie, and a greyhound.

We didn’t really put together what a mismatch that would be. We had the sheltie, Static, since he was a puppy. He wanted to herd everything, including people. He would bite our son’s pant leg to keep him from getting on the school bus. He would herd guest pets that came to our house. He wanted to herd everything.

Then we got a greyhound. A dog that can go from zero to thirty-five miles an hour in seconds, that is so fast other dogs can only just watch them go by.

A racer and a herder.

That is a weird combo.

Til the end of his life, Static kept trying to find ways to outflank the tall, lightning quick greyhound that was his adopted brother. He would hide behind shrubs, he would cut corners, he would sneak, and Scuro, the grey, was just too too fast, he could just run right over our poor little dedicated sheltie. 

I think they were a metaphor for something, one endlessly herding the un-herdable. BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE METAPHOR MEANS.

:)