In her early years, she was a “show whippet,” and her claim to fame was being the dog that one of my best friend’s daughter took into the ring when she was qualifying for her Junior Handler’s license.
She has, what’s known in whippets as “hound temperament,” which means that she’s very laid back … imagine an open jar of honey as that golden syrup slowly oozes out of the top of the jar as your mouth waters in anticipation of its taste.
Josephine is that slow sweetness.
But. When her eyes lock on a squirrel making a mad dash up a tree, her head snaps around as her adrenelyn kicks in; she’s not as quick as a younger dog, but she’s still got some moves on her.
She has impeccable yard manners. Which means that when all of my neighbor’s dogs are outside in their respective yards barking up the the neighborhood, Josephine hangs out, serenely majestic; immune to their foolish banter.
She is a dream to walk, light enough on her paws and such a natural heeler that a toddler could walk her.
At the end of the day, she is my quiet joy. When there are times in my life that I have to come up with a whole different set of questions, she makes all of that tiresome struggle go away. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]