Just thinking of Sgt. Mom’s post here, or Timmer’s here. And I wonder, just what sort of dog am I: After much contemplation, I conclude I am a border collie. I’m not so reticent as the sheepdog – sitting back; and waiting for trouble to happen. Nor am I the excitable terrier or the hound: – out front, just trying to make trouble happen. No, I am the border collie – out on the perimiter – patrolling; just waiting – half-hoping trouble happens.

I think, more than flocks, or tribes, we are packs. And, with that in mind, how can we make it work for us?