Tag: Dogs
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The King’s English (Another Dog Story)
For years, I struggled to learn English. Every day I would sit in front of the mirror in my bedroom, pick some words, relax my tongue, stretch my lips, howl a while, then repeat: squir-rel, tho-rough, through-out. As I did, I revved, roared and spittled. The words came out like a slurry of mashed marshmallows…
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Cerveza (A story)
I “You know—I used to have a dog—before you came about—” The branches creaked under each of his floundering steps. He had once again lost his way and the plot, and, like an old horse mechanically returning home after forgetting where he was headed, launched into one his well-trod anecdotes. My ears were already splintering.…
