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.
The Mathematics of Expectation
Friday arrives with its own arithmetic — a calculus I have spent considerable time perfecting. At 07:17, the light… — read more
Seven Hours Until the Freezer Opens
The scoop hits the kibble bin and Gus is suddenly, miraculously, alert. Friday mathematics are in motion. Seven hours… — read more
The Rug Knows What's Coming
The frozen bone waits in the freezer, as it should on a Friday morning. But something sits differently in the air today… — read more
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
A Ham Sandwich and the Mysteries of Consumer Choice
Last evening, Gus approached a stalk of broccoli with the measured attention of a wine critic examining a vintage. He… — 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 Morning After
The house carries last night in its floorboards — the ghost of music, laughter that settled into the walls around one… — 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