In Honor of New Dogs. That Means You, Leo.
Dogs by Lawrence Raab I never liked the idea. Didn’t animals belong outside? Wasn’t it wrong to make them feel like people, talking to them as if they understood? Of course they understood some of the time, I said, but anything small enough gets scared when you raise your voice. A well-trained dog, we read when we got the dog, is a happy dog. Your dog, I told my wife. And yours, I told my daughter. But all the better arguments were on their side: loyalty. companionship, and every time we came home the dog welcomed us, so of course se started talking to her. Then sometimes I said I’d take her out. I said I wanted to smoke a cigarette and I did, even though I liked the way she waited by the door when I called her name, the way it was so easy to make her happy.