Tag Archives: dogs
I add to my list of questions for God
Why serial killers are handsome, and sociopaths charming, as if we don’t have enough trouble telling good from bad. Whether islands float, or go all the way down. Why baby animals are so much cuter than baby people. Related, why humans don’t have fur, which would make us more attractive as we age. Also warmer. […]
Future Dog
Future Dog wags her tail in the passenger seat of Future Car, which can pull 3,500 pounds, the weight of Future Camper plus a buffer against the life we are leaving, my old cat dead and cremated, like her brother before; likewise my mother, like my father before; their ashes placed in Future Car for […]
My friend’s dog
Even when I am unworthy of praise, my friend’s dog greets me as if I made the world, and it is wholly good. He wonders what delight I will next create, what miracle I might yet perform. He can scarcely contain his joy at my possibility; he wriggles with my irrefutable goodness. And I had […]
Witnessing
Life leaves those you love at its own pace, in its own way: the brief violence of injury, the cataclysmic failure of brain or heart. Both to be preferred, you think now, to the implacable tick of illness, rogue cells propagating, occupying a vanishing vitality. After a time, you wish to find him dead, gone […]
God wiggles his butt
God wiggles his butt when he sees you, his tail lashing the heavens with happiness. Not one glad glance is wasted on your sin, your bad behavior, your poor choices. Even God gets into the trash, sometimes. How, otherwise, would she understand? And do you recall how you laughed at her guilty smile, how, […]
Had God not made me a ball
Had God not made me a ball and chucked me so far afield, I might rest yet in the warmth of those mysterious hands. As it is, I have only the distractible dog of my longing to fetch me back, ears tuned — more or less — to the call to return, but also, eyes […]
Witnessing
Life leaves those you love at its own pace, in its own way: the brief violence of injury, the cataclysmic failure of brain or heart. Both to be preferred, you think now, to the implacable tick of illness, rogue cells propagating, occupying a vanishing vitality. After a time, you wish to find him dead, gone […]
Sound and fury
The Fourth of July is a quintessentially American holiday, composed of over-the-top visuals, deafening noise, national self-aggrandizement and victimization of vulnerables, especially dogs, thousands of which will run away, cower in terror, or simply wet themselves. I may well do the same, as each year, I find myself more averse to these cacophonous, polluting celebrations […]
Westminster for Cats
My laptop support team, Twigs White Oval on Black (informally known as “Spot”) and Twigs Voluminous Fluffiness (informally known as “Puff” ) have lately been chafing over all the attention given that other species via the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, which concluded Tuesday in New York. The televised annual spectacle this year involved more […]
Sound and fury
The Fourth of July is a quintessentially American holiday, composed of over-the-top visuals, deafening noise, national self-aggrandizement and victimization of vulnerables, especially dogs, thousands of which will run away, cower in terror, or simply wet themselves. I may well do the same, as each year, I find myself more averse to these cacophonous, polluting celebrations […]
Meditatio Ephemera 