Phoevos is as if he had fallen asleep at night bathed but still with wet hair, having forgotten the music on the tuning fork, and suddenly woke up in the morning with his eyes cutting him off because he had forgotten to take off his flashlights, his hair frizzy as it dried itself in sleep, and a wonder as to how this night went so wrong at the same time as a sourness because of the wool, Because of the lenses that cut him, and because he discovered, among other things, that he ran out of coffee.
You understand what has happened to the dog and its appearance, and how much inspiration it creates for us by its whole stature and its nose and style.
In addition to all the above, Phoevos is the classy shepherd who is bored with his life enough, who goes out to smell and make his chisa slowly and bored, and whose philosophy of life is "why should I try where, I don't see the reason/ Why should I sit when I can lie down/ Why should I go there if I can stay where I am?
He's funny, he's perfect, and like all sheepdogs, he's going to be a great pet, because he's cooperative, and he's super cool.
Phoebus had been found with a rope buried deep in his neck, having become one with his skin that was slowly rotting. Apparently when he was a puppy someone tied him up, left him, the rope remained around his neck, and as he grew, the rope got deeper and deeper into his neck.
Now he has a mark around his neck where some hair is missing and nothing else. No wound is left from what he has been through, and he walks on the leash just fine.
We met him at the municipal kennel of Tripoli, and fell in love with him. For his sullen face, for his mixed hair, and for his wonderful character.
