As we were barking with each other and Dad mentioned that myself, Essex and Deacon have all had different walking tails. I asked him to explain and he told me that Great Auntie Essex typically walked with her tail down. While Uncle Deacon walked tail up, and that his tail reminded Dad of a "crook" the hooked staff that a shepherd used. It reminded Dad of a sashimono, the small banners the samurai used when they went into battle or the Winged Hussars of the Polish-Lithuanian Calvary. As for me, my tail is in between.
|Essex Was Tail Down|