a dog standing in water
I read Virginia Woolf’s Flush, a biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s cocker spaniel. We grew up with two cocker spaniels (first Nugget, then Rusty, and I still take pride in choosing such good names), so I was rooting for this one from the start. It’s short and breezy and completely charming.
The true philosopher is he who has lost his coat but is free from fleas.
I have to re-watch this soon.
Does Wes Anderson hate dogs?: The New Yorker
Maiming and death are just as central to Anderson’s vision of things as are all the precise costumes that his characters wear. Misfortune comes just as suddenly to dogs as it does to humans. By including the beloved dog in this condition of life, he reminds us that no one is safe. […] Another way to look at it is that these dogs are most often punished as collateral damage of the moral and practical ineptitude of adults.
Last Minutes with ODEN. Y’know, just in case you need your heart broken this morning. A longtime friend sent me this during the workday Friday and I ended up a bit of a mess at my desk.
I volunteered to serve food to the workers at Ground Zero after 9/11. There were dogs trained to find living people. The people who worked with the dogs became worried because the day after day of not finding anyone was beginning to depress the animals. So the people took turns hiding in the rubble so that every now and then a dog could find one of them to be able to carry on.
thebarstoolromantic: John Divola, Dogs Chasing My Car in the Desert series, 1996-2000.