Small Demon
Jul 022012
 

Took a walk around the Old Quarter yesterday evening. Lots of dogs, as I noted earlier, but this one struck me by his self-possession. It’s hard to tell from the photo, but he’s sitting in a narrow alley where motorbikes regularly whizzed by six inches from his nose while he practiced a Buddhist sort of equanimity. Perhaps some old bodhisattva radiating peace & quite in a noisy city.

Dog in Hanoi

A calm dog in an alley in the Old Quarter of Hanoi.

Feb 022012
 

One of the terriers — & I’m pretty sure I know which one — took a crap in one of my slippers, probably sometime yesterday. When I went to put it on this morning it felt like a sock or something rolled up in there so I reached in with my hand, grabbing a big, now flattened, piece of dog crap. Actually, he was probably trying to be good, since he knows he’s house trained. Must have really had to go but been embarrassed so tried to hide the evidence. Carole thought the whole thing was hysterical, of course, but it took be a bit longer to see the humor.

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Oct 252009
 

I’m sitting on the bed looking out through the bedroom window over the river as I write and the two terriers are sleeping on either side of my outstretched legs. The dream together: at almost the same instant, both Jett and Candy begin twitching their ears and moving their paws, emitting little subvocalized yelps. I’ve also noticed that at times when one is sleeping and the other awake, the waking dog pays no attention to the other’s dream barks, which would not be the case if both were awake — when they pay close attention to each other and will often set each other off barking if one hears something outside.