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, August 24, 2010

Dogs Studiously Avoiding Each Other

Taz, as it turns out, is a miserable hostess. We had three dogs over last night, but the party was a total flop. All the elements of a successful get-together seemed to be there: it was boy-girl-boy-girl, plenty of snacks and toys, soft beds, room to romp. I always understood that dogs were pack animals; if they didn't race around together, they'd at least fight for dominance. Instead, they studiously avoided each other. No wild chases. No nuzzling. No warning growls. They just sat or stood around like statues, gazing at nothing. Or maybe they were rehearsing an absurdist play. Waiting for Dogot?

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