As I looked over the Sunday New York Times today, surveying the economic carnage of the past week, assessing the different perspectives on the stimulus legislation and examining the state of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, one particular story jumped out at me: What’s Your New Plan B?
Why? Simple — the Jaguar and Greyhound graphic at the top of the article.
The metaphor has particular resonance with me because of my own hound, Shadow, who has been a faithful companion for almost seven years.
I never expected to have a greyhound growing up; we had a wonderful Basset hound/border collie cross, a Great Dane, a Doberman and a Labrador, each of which set a particular standard for both canine excellence and outrageous behavior.
I’m glad he and I found each other at the Animal Rescue League in the South End in the spring of 2002.
If you’re looking for a dog, I hope you’ll consider a greyhound — they’re quiet, loving, biddable and the fastest couch potatoes you’ll ever find.
All things considered, I’d prefer the conditions that are forcing my fellow citizens and me to tighten our belts change, and quickly.
If, in the near term, that means that more of us adopt the greyhounds that need a new home instead of a pure bred, I’ll call that a silver lining.
Or, perhaps, a grey one.