The mangy lab and the golden retriever sat waiting as if asking – which would I choose? Which was no choice at all.
Both belong to me and both would follow me at heel. One to dog my steps and one to push his head under my empty hand to let me know I have a friend.
'black dog' is a well used picture of depression, but I'm trying to learn fresh analogies that avoid using colour or age or gender to erroneously epitomize a characteristic. Does mangy conjure up enough of a picture for you?