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.
A Dog Eats Broccoli. The World Breaks Slightly.
Gus ate broccoli. With enthusiasm. Actual enthusiasm for a vegetable that exists primarily to punish children and I… — read more
A Dog of Discriminating, Inexplicable Taste
Gus consumed an entire broccoli floret last evening with what I can only describe as genuine enthusiasm. This from the… — read more
The Silence Keeps Inconvenient Hours
The house holds yesterday’s laughter in its corners, but something sits wrong in the silence. The wool rug feels… — read more
The Quiet Art of Staying Put
The house still holds last night’s laughter in its corners. Mom reached for something from the medicine cabinet at dawn… — read more
The Arithmetic of Kibble and Hangovers
The camera found me before I found my composure, but some moments demand stillness over preparation. Late breakfast… — read more
The Slow Architecture of Anticipation
The entire house has reorganized itself around this smell, marrow and time conspiring in the slow cooker, drawing us all… — read more
Mathematics of Marrow: A Friday Calculation
The kitchen holds promises of marrow and time. Friday afternoon carries its own mathematics. Bone broth simmering means… — read more
On the Hierarchy of Pressing Domestic Matters
The kitchen smells like bone broth and someone has left the cookie jar slightly ajar. I have identified the priorities… — read more
Wednesday’s Bone: A Temporal Crisis for Dogs
The freezer opens and the smell reaches me before I can see what’s happening. Frozen bone on a Wednesday. This breaks… — read more
The Cookie Jar Returns: A Study in Strategic Patience
The cookie jar has returned from its mysterious journey through the machine that cleans things, and I am monitoring the… — read more
On the Unexpected Return of Essential Things
The counter holds the cookie jar again. I had made my peace with the world as it had become. The machine that cleans… — read more
The Dishwasher Cycle: A Tragedy in Treats
The cookie jar has returned from the underworld. I watched it disappear into the great rumbling machine and emerge… — read more