I am reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, which I am finding absorbing, original, enchanting, and other things that I can't exactly articulate. My daughter recommended it to me (Oprah recommended it to her).You know, I'm sure, that the book tells the story of a family who raise and train a special breed of dog.
Last night I couldn't sleep, so I got up, hauling the tome with me. As soon as I got settled, Bruiser pushed the door open and climbed up on the chair next to me, where he stayed while I read for more than an hour in the lamplight. This morning, when, predictably, I was exhausted, and therefore lay back down for a little while, he lay back down right along with me. What a paragon of a dog. What a splendid companion. How he accompanies me in all my moods and ventures.
On the other hand, he did eat a quarter of a leftover pumpkin pie this afternoon while I was out. How delicious he must have found it. His taste! so impeccable!