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.
Car keys open worlds, not just doors
The sound of car keys has always meant something different from house keys – one opens doors, the other opens worlds. — read more
On the Unseemly Elasticity of Canine Enthusiasm
The phrase builds in predictable stages: “yous guys” — mild interest. “wants to gos” — moderate attention. “to Good Dogs — read more
The Weight of Keys, and What They Foretell
The car keys have a different weight this morning than house keys. Even from the donut bed I can tell which ones Dad — read more
Two Beers, Two Bones, Four Contentments
The sound of two beer bottles opening in the kitchen means something good is settling over the house. Mom and Dad — read more
Friday Evenings: A Study in Delayed Gratification
The scoop hits the bin at precisely 7:00, but this sound carries more to it on Fridays. The frozen bone awaits. Tonight — read more
The Mathematics of Friday Evening
The frozen bone waits in the freezer, and I wait for the frozen bone. This is the mathematics of Friday evening. — read more
On the Reliability of Frozen Bones Versus Gallery Wine
The frozen bone waits in the freezer while downtown fills with people holding wine glasses and pretending to study paint — read more
On the Sudden Necessity of Velocity
The zoomies arrive without announcement, as they should. One moment I am contemplating the snow through glass, the next — read more
The Squeaker Demands What the Squeaker Demands
Squeaker found me and there is no stopping this. Down the hall toward the kitchen then back toward the studio then a sha — read more
The Hallway Becomes a Racetrack; Gus Remains Unmoved
Snow fell overnight. The yard has vanished under white and the morning walk proposal was quietly withdrawn. Gus has — read more
On the Inadequacy of 'Treat': A Basset's Lament
The word carries weight you cannot imagine. Cookie. The sound alone rearranges the architecture of my chest. You reach — read more
The Vocabulary of Kibble: A Study in Inevitability
The word hardly matters. What matters is the sound of the jar opening, the rustle of the bag, the small thud on the — read more