(after kathleen spivack)
When I dream I am a dog,
I’m not thinking in the dream.
I’m not thinking,
“I’m dreaming I’m a dog”
or
“I think I am a dog”
or
“so this is what it’s like to be a dog.”
I think
“I am a dog”
and I think it like a dog would think it
which is to say without thought at all.
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
06 July 2009
28 June 2009
Choosing the Right Dog
He heard her voice coming from the porch but he couldn’t hear what she said.
"What?" He said it loudly with little inflection, just a pointed monotone for clarity. But still, exasperated as if she were interrupting him.
She repeated what she had said. He could tell she had not raised her voice or turned her head, or done anything to make it easier for him to understand her.
It sounded like she said, "Let's get a dog," something unusual enough to make him forget his irritation. He made a humming noise to let her know, if she could hear him, that he had heard her.
A dog was a funny thing to want. He wondered if she had a specific breed in mind, some kind of dog she'd seen on TV or out shopping. He got up and went to the kitchen, thought about going to the porch to talk about this dog thing. An unusual dog wouldn't be so bad as long as it was not a lap dog.
Softly, trying the phrase in case he could use it later, "That's all we need--a yapping dust mop running around the house."
He decided to like Dalmatians and Collies, maybe even Boxers. "Medium dogs," he said aloud, again to himself, "But not a Labrador."
"DAN-iel!"
He jumped when she yelled at him from the porch door.
She was the one who sounded exasperated. “Where's that extension cord?"
Daniel replied, "I thought you said, ‘Let's get a dog.’”
"What?" He said it loudly with little inflection, just a pointed monotone for clarity. But still, exasperated as if she were interrupting him.
She repeated what she had said. He could tell she had not raised her voice or turned her head, or done anything to make it easier for him to understand her.
It sounded like she said, "Let's get a dog," something unusual enough to make him forget his irritation. He made a humming noise to let her know, if she could hear him, that he had heard her.
A dog was a funny thing to want. He wondered if she had a specific breed in mind, some kind of dog she'd seen on TV or out shopping. He got up and went to the kitchen, thought about going to the porch to talk about this dog thing. An unusual dog wouldn't be so bad as long as it was not a lap dog.
Softly, trying the phrase in case he could use it later, "That's all we need--a yapping dust mop running around the house."
He decided to like Dalmatians and Collies, maybe even Boxers. "Medium dogs," he said aloud, again to himself, "But not a Labrador."
"DAN-iel!"
He jumped when she yelled at him from the porch door.
She was the one who sounded exasperated. “Where's that extension cord?"
Daniel replied, "I thought you said, ‘Let's get a dog.’”
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