Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.
The Biscuit Endures; Festive Distractions Do Not
The number changes but the morning cookie remains constant. Six years of walking to the same desk, receiving the same… — read more
Six Years of Breakfast Management: A Retrospective
Six years of breakfast management and they still haven’t learned to anticipate the schedule. The confetti arrived… — read more
The Mathematics of Rumor
A rumor has surfaced about Hollinshead Dog Park today, and I am conducting a thorough audit of the evidence. The… — read more
The Eternal Scrape: A Study in Canine Metaphysics
The sound of the Chuckit being lifted from its hook — a brief scrape against the wall, then silence. This sound has… — read more
Observations on Thermodynamics and Gus's Ignorance
The Chuckit lives in the mud room. I have verified this twice since breakfast. The rumor about Hollinshead has reached… — read more
The Chuckit Launcher: A Matter of Institutional Neglect
The rumors have reached my ears and my position is clear — the Chuckit launcher remains unaccounted for and this… — read more
The Force and Other Failed Experiments
Monday arrives with its usual collection of promises, most of them lies. The morning holds that particular clarity that… — read more
Mind Control and the Breakfast Question
The Force flows strongest through those who understand the true path leads directly to the cookie jar. Today I shall… — read more
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
The Volume of Friendship
There is a particular quality to Sunday morning that depends entirely on who occupies the space. The light still enters… — 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