August 01, 2005
The Dog Also Rises
A good day doesn't begin with a beep or a buzz or a bell or a radio drone. A good day begins with the sun slanting through the slats of blinds. It begins with a Labrador tail softly thumping on the carpet as the humans slowly awake. Mike calls these days the weekend, but there's nothing weak about them. They're the best dogdays. They're slow to start but as fine as a deep toilet drink after a long, hot walk.
