Dog On Life

In honor of the human sheepdogs

We went to the park yesterday and my human’s favorite older human was there. They talk for hours about life. I liked listening to them yesterday. I didn’t play with the other dogs because the older human started to talk about human sheepdogs. I thought he was barking at the moon at first, but he quickly made a lot of sense. To him, the soldiers are the human sheepdogs. He said that a general named Neller…I think that a general is like a top dog…said, “In peacetime and in war, members of the military are the sheepdogs of American society, always watching for predators that lurk in the night. And the burden of this vigilance is high.” Then the old human talked more about police and soldiers and how humans look at them. He said that a Colonel named Grossman…I think that Colonels are also high up in the pack…said. “Still the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, ‘Baa’. Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.” I think that I’d rather be a sheepdog than a sheep. It has a certain pride to it and a wag-your-tail feeling of doing something that not many will even try. Something that does good for a lot of sheep who don’t always give you a treat or a pat on the head and a thank you. It’s a dog’s life and that’s never all bad.