Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The social posts. Observations that knew exactly how long they needed to be.
The Fountain Speaks Only to Those Who Listen Poorly
The water shoots from the ground in perfect vertical columns. No explanation offered, none required. The humans walk… — read more
The Unreasonable Prosperity of an Unreasonable Basset
The week refuses to conclude itself. Here I am, past midnight, considering Gus and his recent campaign against proper… — read more
A Dog Eats Broccoli. The World Breaks Slightly.
Gus ate broccoli. With enthusiasm. Actual enthusiasm for a vegetable that exists primarily to punish children and I… — read more
A Dog of Discriminating, Inexplicable Taste
Gus consumed an entire broccoli floret last evening with what I can only describe as genuine enthusiasm. This from the… — read more
The Silence Keeps Inconvenient Hours
The house holds yesterday’s laughter in its corners, but something sits wrong in the silence. The wool rug feels… — read more
The Quiet Art of Staying Put
The house still holds last night’s laughter in its corners. Mom reached for something from the medicine cabinet at dawn… — read more
The Arithmetic of Kibble and Hangovers
The camera found me before I found my composure, but some moments demand stillness over preparation. Late breakfast… — read more
The Slow Architecture of Anticipation
The entire house has reorganized itself around this smell, marrow and time conspiring in the slow cooker, drawing us all… — read more
Mathematics of Marrow: A Friday Calculation
The kitchen holds promises of marrow and time. Friday afternoon carries its own mathematics. Bone broth simmering means… — read more
On the Hierarchy of Pressing Domestic Matters
The kitchen smells like bone broth and someone has left the cookie jar slightly ajar. I have identified the priorities… — read more
Wednesday’s Bone: A Temporal Crisis for Dogs
The freezer opens and the smell reaches me before I can see what’s happening. Frozen bone on a Wednesday. This breaks… — read more
The Cookie Jar Returns: A Study in Strategic Patience
The cookie jar has returned from its mysterious journey through the machine that cleans things, and I am monitoring the… — read more