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"I examine the faces of the sleeping dogs beside / me, the improbable mystery of their existence, the short lives they / live with an intensity unbearable to us. I have turned to them for / their ancient language not my own, being quite willing to give up / my language that so easily forgets the world outside itself."
-Jim Harrison, "Late," In Search of Small Gods
these are some women who dream of catching a squirrel someday
My husband got me this as a present, and I thought you dog nerds might like it too. This excerpt comes from Darren O'Brien's "Deep Canine Topography: Some Simple Steps."
Piglet and Joompz
It's actually a miracle I managed to get this picture because usually if I so much as make eye contact with Junie she is springing into action, twisting her body so it asks the question: "PLAY???" Or "JOKE??" Or "GO?? DO??" For Priya, this is normal, though. She holds eye contact easily, in repose, and wills you to do something interesting about it.
beyond the binaries of canine and feline, there's Priya: embracing and transcending both categories
There are no goodbyes for my dog who has died and we don't now and never did lie to each other. - "A Dog Has Died," Pablo Neruda
Hazel, formerly San Tan Drizzle: December 22, 2010 - February 29, 2024. Hazel left us peacefully today at around noon. Before her journey she got to enjoy all kinds of wonderful foods she wasn't normally allowed because of her illness, like a big slice of homemade banana bread, many many slices of bread (her favorite) and peanut butter. She fell asleep licking peanut butter right out of the jar.
A little write up about her life under the readmore. You probably know it all if you've been following forever, but just for me, just to write something about her.
The late February ritual of enabling Priya to be the beach babe she really is
It has been almost a year since the last time Chalo and I curled up together. I've been shaped by him in ways I'm still finding out about. I spent his whole life deeply affected by his steadfastness, quietly terrified of his impermanence. For the rest of my life, I will be learning how to hold "nothing lasts" next to "nothing is destroyed." And for the rest of my life, there will be a reminder of his love curled up on my skin.
Junie, doing a dinnertime howl from her crate, mournful at being separated on pizza night: WOOOOOOOOOOO0000
Priya, mouth full of pizza crust, commiserating between chews: WOOnamnamnamOOOnamnamOOOnamOOOO
Perspective: you are cuddling with Priya
This girl really knows how to -17 F
Junie's records show that she was picked up as a stray one year ago today--on the winter solstice. I actually remember seeing a video of her and her sister on the Internet, two supposed Kelpie mixes sitting in a shelter kennel a few hundred miles away, counting down to a deadline. Of course, I wasn't open to another dog at the time. The idea wasn't even on my mind. Chalo was still with us, curled up next to me every night.
Plus, I see all kinds of dogs on the Internet all the time. But this dog just happened to be pulled by a rescue the day of her deadline, brought north to a foster home within 50 miles of where I live, where she stayed for three months, no applications. But then one Saturday, I stumbled into an adoption event a mile from my house--just a wide-open, raw, walking wound of grief. There she was.
Anyway, the mind loves to make connections out of entropy. And I love to let it. The darkest day brought me my winter solstice dog. My mourning cloak butterfly. My little light in the dark.
here are some beautiful girls that everyone needs to see
thought about chalo and priya out of nowhere and decided to boot up ye old tumblr and see what you guys were up to.
annnnnd my heart broke into a thousand pieces.
it’s stupid of me to say, there’s no such thing as forever, but some people/animals/things just feel timeless, y’know?
your love for chimbabwe especially was palpable. I don’t really know where this message was supposed to be going, but thank you for sharing him with us
This message means a lot to me, thank you. Chalo's on my mind all the time, and I love hearing when he's on others' mind, too. I relish every chance I get to talk about him.
His absence feels as profound as his presence was. I find comfort in the idea that the two states aren't so far apart as they might seem. Even as I write that I'm not exactly sure what that means. But it feels something like the dream B had last night--where he threw a ball for Junie, and Chalo caught it.
Happy T. Hanks Gibbon from these gorls
