Tag: dog
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This One’s About Fear
Just-Us-3 The TV was showing Today–one of those typical morning fluff shows–when I woke up. They were talking to a fourth or fifth grader who rode the subway alone. You should probably know that I’ve (1) never ridden any subway alone and (2) never ridden a New York subway alone. But I was amazed this […]
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On Dog Poop
I have a dog. His name is Lucky and he’s the size that strangers consistently say “what a cute puppy” when they see him. He’s at least seven people-years old. That’s 49 in dog years. To the extent that he understands the strangers, he doesn’t seem to care. You may be thinking that this is […]
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Fiction: Conversations I Don’t Have with my Dog
Lucky (that’s his name) stands there staring at me. “What?” I ask. “I just fed you.” He keeps staring at me. Not blinking (do dogs blink?) not looking away. Again, “What?” Nothing. “You’re thinking about something. Wait, let me guess. You’re wondering about the purpose of existence. Whether there’s a reason we’re here. You’re thinking […]