In this book, one of my
favorites, a dog lives his own
doggy life, including the fact
that he has a house, where
he lives independently.
Me: Do you think that dog can actually walk on his hind legs?
The historian: No, no. No. That's Photoshop or something.
|Mr. Dog has a friend, and |
also goes grocery shopping.
[The dog is speaking, I think, but we've muted the sound, so it's hard to say for sure. Who knows what this ad is even for?]
The historian: Really.
Me: I like to think that dogs have whole lives they don't necessarily share with us.
[What I really like to think is that dogs talk to each other, and sometimes to us, if we're really listening. Using words, I mean. I'm keeping that to myself, for now.]
The historian: Well, I've kind of wondered about that, what Bruiser actually does all day, what he would do all day when I was home all the time.
Me: Sleep like a mad dog?
|Clearly exhausted from his rich|
The historian: ...but maybe they do things when we're not there...
The historian: ... maybe have their friends over?
"Dogs are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers," by Delmore Schwartz.