But anything in the shepherd category is only one or two generations removed from wolf, or whatever nine species giant dog came off the ark with Noah.
Two mornings ago, I saw something which had the fluffy, wagging dog tail walking near my apartment complex. I thought to run off the road, taking it, my truck with my wife's title into the ditch. But it was four AM, and I would have been late for work.
It's head was down, beneath the shoulders, and its gait was determined. We did not interrupt each other, and its eyes had the eery lumination off my headlights, like Vin Diesel in Pitch Black. I stated my case. Goodbye.