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 moon can wait; the cookies require immediate supervision
Dad sits at his desk reading about humans going to the moon again. I am monitoring the cookie jar situation from the… — read more
The Geometry of Devotion, Thinly Folded
Dad produced crepes this morning. Not pancakes—crepes. The distinction appears meaningful to him, though both are… — read more
The Arithmetic of Browned Butter and Domestic Theology
The scent of butter browning in the cast iron pan carries something beyond breakfast. It settles into the kitchen walls… — read more
The Suspicious Charm of Deliberately Placed Colorful Things
The yard smelled different this morning. Something sweet lingered between the junipers – not the usual pine and earth… — read more
Some Puzzles Require Only a Nose and Patience
The yard holds scattered mysteries in robin’s egg blue and buttercup yellow. I catalog each one during my morning… — read more
Seventeen Orbs, Zero Explanations, One Basset Hound
Many colored orbs scattered across the grass like someone finally answered a question nobody asked. Each one precisely… — read more
A Hound's Guide to Plastic Eggs and Existential Clarity
The smell hits me before I see them. Dozens of plastic eggs scattered across the yard like someone threw confetti that s — read more
The Screaming, the Zoomies, and My Profound Stillness
The humans are screaming at the television and I am here for every decibel of it. Green shirts running. Ball flying. — read more
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