Sunday, July 28, 2013
The end of July
It's like the dripping tail of a chocolate lab. A lab that swam to shore
clutching the stick its master (or owner or whatever you call the
ones who choose to live with dogs) had thrown with a go-get-it-boy on
the follow-through. The lab always gets it. Fetches, they say. Fetching
it's not, shaking the lake from its coat like it always does, eyes fixed
on the thrower, the attaboy, the give-it-here. The giving-up brings
about a predictable lean and release, but there's a pause to be endured, the
suspense stiffening the curve and slowing the wag. Waiting is part of it. That's right. It ends with a sidearm whip and the
corresponding whip of the tail as the lab leaps for the always out-of-reach
end-over-end.
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whereas the cat, when attaboyed, waits for simpler commands . . .
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