Sheep, Sheepdogs and Wolves. We Are What We Are....& Then Later, We Aren't What We Were!

The other day our fellow Steemian, @pawsdog forwarded me this link:

https://www.policeone.com/police-heroes/articles/1709289-Book-Excerpt-On-Sheep-Wolves-and-Sheepdogs/

it is an excellent read and I guess that many people could take something different out of it, depending on their views and possibly their personal opinions and/or agendas.

I'll just sum up the basics here with a few very short citations:

" ......most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.....

Then there are the wolves.........and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy......Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

Then there are sheepdogs........and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf......."

Since then I have read the entire article four times and each and every time I seem to think to myself, well, "What happens when a sheepdog gets old?"

Do we put it down? (kill it)

After all, the sheepdog no longer can serve its purpose as such.

How do we expect the sheepdog to live life after it can't do what it knew as a life?

What happens when the sheep turn their back on the sheepdog, because it is no longer their sheepdog, it has become about as useless at a measly old mongrel of a mutt. When the sheep ignore it, when the wolves don't bother to even look at it and when the farmers are paying all their attention to the new sheepdogs out there.

What happens then?

Not everyone out there is blessed and has a lovely wife and children to come home to and to spend the rest of their life with.

Not everyone out there has the opportunity to start opening up to people and to communicate. Don't forget, the sheepdogs have been communicating in a very orderly and effective manner, while the sheep just maaa maaa or baaa baaaa away all their lives, even while the workers clip away at their wool. The wolves, well they "intimidate sheep" and upset the farmers, while the only one in this entire scenario who is doing something effectively is the sheepdog.
So what happens when the sheepdog has no one to communicate with?
No one understands it.

I tend to see the sheepdog in this scenario as being used and forgotten and as such abused and abandoned.

Kind of sad, when one thinks about it, but then again, like I said, all depends from which angle one wishes to look at it and heaven forbid, there could be a hidden agenda somewhere behind a certain point of view...... or just an issue with pride.... and the frustrations of being a sheep.

IDK.

Had to get this off my chest. Since reading this post I have been thinking about it over and over again and it has bugged me to the point where I thought that if I write about it and share what all has gone through my head (even if this is just a smidgen of it all) that it may help me stop thinking about it.

I am glad that I read it, to see that some people are not afraid of the rubbish that is called political correctness, that they shall speak their minds and argue it, as descent law abiding citizens who only wish the best for fellow good people on this earth.

I just wonder how many of the "sheep" actually appreciate anything that the sheepdogs out there have done and are doing for them.

Maybe they shall figure it out one day when they are faced, face to face with the wolves among us.

Food for thought, well, for me it was food for thought.

Hope you read the article (link) and think about it, go one step further and think about it from a respectful humane angle.

Cheers.

Thanks for reading.

Jack