Dog Dream

I love Grace.
Grace is an Irish Setter.
Most living creatures are molecules.
Grace is an electron.
As an electron Grace can't really be bothered learning stupid dog tricks.
She was born to run.
Usually in tight or looping circles.
Let her go in a field or in the woods and she runs as if she is searching for the most important thing in the world.
She would run right past it whatever it is.
Finding it would just be another stupid dog trick to Grace.
It's the running that counts.
And Grace runs until she can't.

I saw a show on television about a time when Irish Setters ruled and roamed the planet.
There were Thousands of Irish Setters in packs of twenty or 30 running in circles on the Great Plains of North America and the Savannah's of Eastern Africa.
When one pack circled too close to another there were horrible yelping collisions and for a moment the circles fell apart.
But just for a moment.
The wobblys either jumped up, and returned to their circle, or they lay on the ground not moving as the circle tightened and moved away.
Look over there. The Lions head moves back and forth watching….wondering…and finally repulsed by the waste of energy.
And look over there. A pack of Setters have just run up the tail of a grazing Brontosaurus, over the hump, off the Volkswagen head and into the woods.

The older I get the more I enjoy the sheer madness of an Irish Setter running.
The older I get the more I realize that it's the running that counts.
Not the finding.