Today’s Wednesday Words is in honor of my just having moved in with a dog!
I stopped at home for a pee and something to drink on the way back to the gallery. Miró was lying in the bahtub. He often lies there in the summer, because it’s cool, I think. He opened his eyes and watched me judgmentally. I wondered for a moment if it was okay to urinate in front of a dog, and then realized how absurd that was, so I gave Miró a kind of fuck-you-you’re-a-dog look. In private I’m often nasty to Miró. I say things to him like “You’re just a dog. You don’t have a passport or a Social Security number. You can’t even open doors. You’re totally at my mercy.” Or “Get a haircut. Put on some shoes.” I know he doesn’t understand what I’m saying, but I think he suspects something’s not quite right.
– Peter Cameron, SOMEDAY THIS PAIN WILL BE USEFUL TO YOU
“My” (roommate’s) dog is named Cooper. He is a mix of golden retriever and poodle… who knew there was such a thing? He looks like an Irish setter, which makes me really, really want to reread THE 101 DALMATIANS, even though I last read it (for about the dozenth time) less than a year ago.
Cooper chases his tail. I did not know that dogs did this in actuality. He has a long tail, so when he goes slow he can catch it in his mouth and run around like that for a while, but when he gets too excited, his tail-chasing momentum spins his whole body around and his tail flips away from him and he just keeps flailing his whole body in a circle. It is possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen.