Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
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🖋️ Briefly Noted
The social posts. Observations that knew exactly how long they needed to be.
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
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 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
On the Persistence of Absence
The house smells like them. This is the fact I keep returning to. Not a memory — the actual smell, present tense, in… — read more
The House Stands Ready. I've Verified This.
The house is fully operational. I have checked. #pawscarwilde #unattended — read more
The Geometry of Absence
The house has a different smell when it’s just us. Not bad. Just different. Like a word you know but can’t quite… — read more