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 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
The Mathematics of Sunday Morning
Twenty-three bright ovals scattered across the grass this morning, each one carrying the particular weight of someone… — 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
The Camera and the Distance
The photographer arrived with equipment that suggested permanence — tripods have a way of announcing their intentions. — 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