Vengeance . . .

Vengeance came from a far distant planet in another galaxy.  She was piloting a space ship that ran into an asteroid field and was destroyed.  Her spirit was accidentally transferred into a Border Collie body (by an inexperienced technician) and unfortunately some of her wiring was incorrectly connected.  Before the error could be discovered, she arrived on Earth.  Poor Venge, this is her first time in this solar system and her first time as a canine, and she has a short in her circuitry.  She is on completely unfamiliar ground and she doesn’t speak the language. 

I first met Vengeance a few months after she was rescued.  She was wild and young and spun out of her mind.  I took the tug on a grassy field in Utah and ran as far and fast as I could.  I felt her coming up behind me, fast and hard and then I felt her consider, for an instant, whether to bite the tug or my pasty white churning legs.  She opted for a poorly executed lunge towards the tug, and grabbed hold of my tug holding hand.  What a RUSH!  I have wanted her ever since that day.  One might wonder if that makes me about as weird as Venge is herself.  Maybe, but 3 years later, here she is in my house, staring at me with her spooky yellow eyes asking… “What are we going to do now, huh? Huh? HUH?”

Vengeance is all heart.  She runs like a bolt of electricity to the box and back.  She is 28 pounds of grit.  What Venge lacks in social skills she more than makes up for in speed on the course.  And, as an added bonus, every now and then she lands, if only for a moment, in the same space and time that I am in, and we share a little soft eye contact and a smile.  She is a good little red dog and I am grateful to have her.

Vengeance . . .