Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.
One Lap for Gus. Considerably More for Me.
Gus made one measured circuit and called it done. I had other plans, or the ball did, which amounts to the same thing. — read more
Exhaustion: A Study in Comparative Canine Ambition
Gus did one lap and retired. I chased the ball until my legs forgot what they were for. Tomorrow is Friday. I have not… — read more
The Ball Does Not Consult the Thermometer
The ball does not ask whether it is 28°C. It simply lands, and I simply go. Gus made one lap. Measured, unhurried… — read more
The Pursuit of Indifference: A Study in Canine Choice
Gus completed one lap and retired. This was a considered decision. I chased the ball until my ears stopped working. We… — read more
On the Matter of the Bounced Ball
Two humans hit a ball to each other for two weeks and no one fetches it. I have questions. — read more
The Ball Returns, But Never to Me
The ball goes over the net. Then back. Then over. Then back. No one brings it to me. It is 06:10. It is 8°C. The US… — read more
On the Futility of Tennis: A Basset Hound's Critique
The ball goes over the net. Then back. Then over. Then back. No one gets to keep it. I have… — read more
Tennis: A Game Where No One Appears to Win
The ball goes to him. He hits it back. It goes to the other one. He hits it back. I have watched Dad watch this for… — read more
The Morning Has Its Own Opinion About Heat
By noon, 34°C is a fact. At seven in the morning, it is merely a rumor, and we went before it could be confirmed. — read more
The Freezer Knows What Friday Owes
Friday is tomorrow. That is all I know. That is everything. We went this morning — all four of us, Gus and me and both… — read more
On the Tyranny of Expectation
The ball does not fetch itself. This is all I am prepared to say on the matter. #pawscarwilde #thursday-morning-alibi — read more
The Ball Was There, Then Wasn't. I Ran Anyway.
The ball was in the air and then it wasn’t and I was already running. 34°C by afternoon. We went at seven. The grass… — read more