The morning of August 17th Sherlock and I are playing pirates in the backyard. Sherlock ties a red bandana rather crookedly over his curls, and I proudly wear a lopsided black hat with a skull and cross bones on the front. Sherlock is brandishing a wooden sword, and fighting invisible enemies while I dig for treasure. Digging for treasure consists of me pawing through the earth and creating large holes for Sherlock to explore. This act always gets me in trouble but it makes Sherlock happy so I do it anyways. My digging is soon interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling into the street. Sherlock and I rush to investigate. A car pulls into the driveway of the house next door and a boy around Sherlock's age excitedly hops out. That's when I get my first look at him. I always think Sherlock is like the sun; bold and brilliant but, distant and sometimes a little too bright. Others find him daunting. They look away to avoid burning themselves on his sharp wit. If Sherlock Holmes was the sun I decided this boy is like the rain. He has a soft and captivating demeanour to him. However like Sherlock there is something relentless about him. He carries a quiet intensity with him. It was clear to me this boy could be a drizzle or he could be a downpour. I watch as he hops out of the car and waves at us. He has tousled blonde hair that sticks up in every direction and a gaped toothed smile. His eyes are wide and deep blue. Looking into those deep dark eyes I knew that he will see past the masks Sherlock and I are forced to wear. "I'm going to be best friends with him Redbeard." Sherlock whispers to me. I wag my tail softly in agreement. The sun and the rain together. It is rare occurrence but a wonderful one.
