"She is the perfect size and she stinks exactly right for a dog--not too stinky, but not disturbingly clean and shampoo-y either. She has a soft wet nose that she likes to touch things with. She gets sad sometimes and goes and writes a poem underneath the kitchen table. She has very fancy hands. I would like to live with a dog very much, a stinky dog to get in the bed with me and tell me secrets and lick my tears from my cheeks. A dog with silky ears. A cold nose to touch my hand when I get home. A soul to protect and nurture. A friend to alert me to burglars. A silly creature who I like to watch do stupid things. A funny guy to give a bath to and dry with a big towel. I would put a t-shirt on this person and take pictures of them looking sad. I would give them an egg as a special treat. I would teach them to sit and shake. Maybe my dog would be a singing dog, or a rescued fancy dog with cruel cropped ears and tail to whom I could devote myself, to whom I could "make it up" with kindness and lobster on a plate and embroidered cushions. My dog and I would sit in the park and talk about the pigeons. My dog and I would dance to the Eurythmics together. My dog and I would get under a blanket and watch a movie and I would feed the dog some popcorn."

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i have been thinking about writing lately (not just about dogs)

Candor Magazine is good stuff.
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