A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

More Annoying Cockador Behavior

Lately, every time I go into my upstairs bathroom, the throw rugs are jumbled around. By process of elimination, I figured it was the dog doing it, but I wasn't actually catching her in the act. But then I became aware of occasional frantic scritching noises as I sat at my desk in the loft. Sure enough, when I moved fast enough I found her pawing wildly at the bedroom carpet. That explained the frequent deep scratches in the pile, the disarrayed fringe and the flipped corners.

If Taz is attacking the rugs out of boredom, we're at an impasse. She already gets more exercise, attention and company than any dog I know. Punishing her is not my style, and playing with her even more seems like a reward for making a mess. Savvy cyberreaders, help!

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Anonymous Maggie said...

Remove the rug, spray it with bitter apple, or close the bathroom door.

12:40 PM  

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