I suppose I could call yesterday morning 'A Tale of Two Greyhounds'. As I walked through the woods I came upon two men having a conversation while their dogs waited. One man's Beagle contentedly rummaged through the undergrowth while the other dog, a brown Italian Greyhound, sat timidly near a thick ivy. "Hello, Bertie," I softly greeted as I joined the greyhound. He never makes eye contact. "I'll wait with you, okay?" I petted his slim head. The frail dog leaned against my side, not that I could feel him. He might as well be a breath of air he's so delicate in build. He wasn't shaking or scared, really, just painfully shy. His owner soon joined us and Bertie tiptoed delicately through the mud as the pair walked away along the trail. Soon after I walked out of the woods into a grassy field. I spotted a familiar grey Italian Greyhound playing in the distance. "Speedy!" I called. Instantly Speedy zoomed across the field to where I stood. He ran circles around me, paused at one point to leap into the air with a happy yap, and then off he rocketed back across the field to his owner. I recall when Bertie and Speedy first met Bertie shrank back as if worried about germs while Speedy bounced around him. I wouldn't have been surprised if Bertie had strapped on a pair of gloves and broke out the hand sanitizer. Like night and day, those two, despite belonging to the same breed. Speedy did try to calm down a bit for Bertie's sake and the pair get along fine (even if only politely). We humans could learn a lot from those two dogs.