Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The social posts. Observations that knew exactly how long they needed to be.
The Force, Breakfast Cookies, and Moral Relativism
Dad claims the Force works only for noble purposes. This morning I shall test whether securing a second breakfast cookie… — read more
The Force, Regrettably, Remains Indifferent to Basset Hounds
The Force flows through the cookie jar and I am one with the Force and the Force is with me and the Force guides my paws… — read more
Some Guests Simply Require All the Oxygen
There are people who fill silence and people who find it. Mom’s friend arrived Friday with opinions about everything and… — read more
The Unbearable Lightness of Houseguests
The house has been full of conversation that does not pause for breath. I have retreated to the studio, where silence… — read more
The Silence After Company Leaves Is Its Own Conversation
Mom’s friend departed an hour ago. The house exhales slowly — conversations that filled every corner now reduced to the… — read more
The Warmth Lingers; The Week Resumes
The weekend departed without ceremony. Now there is only the sofa, the afternoon light through glass, and the particular… — read more
On the Brief Madness of Movement
The zoomies hit at 12:58 on a Monday and suddenly I am seventeen different dogs at once. The squeaker is airborne. The… — read more
Monday Arrives Like an Uninvited Guest with Sofa Knowledge
The weekend has vanished with the precision of kibble at dinnertime, leaving behind only the faint memory of extra walks… — read more
Seven Hours Until the Freezer Opens
The scoop hits the kibble bin and Gus is suddenly, miraculously, alert. Friday mathematics are in motion. Seven hours… — read more
The Rug Knows What's Coming
The frozen bone waits in the freezer, as it should on a Friday morning. But something sits differently in the air today… — read more
The Fountain Speaks Only to Those Who Listen Poorly
The water shoots from the ground in perfect vertical columns. No explanation offered, none required. The humans walk… — read more
The Unreasonable Prosperity of an Unreasonable Basset
The week refuses to conclude itself. Here I am, past midnight, considering Gus and his recent campaign against proper… — read more