Some of you are starting to get it. Deerhounds are special.
Thank you. They’re ferocious, greyhound fast, unstoppable, and determined. And too smart for our own good.
He was unhappy that his mommy had to go to work today due to the government shutdown and its shuddering implications to the military. But when I told him she was coming home at last he smiled.
Yes. He smiled.
You think Rae couldn’t run with those guys above? He’d run them down and eat them. He’s faster, stronger, and more intent than all of them. He also has more hair. The missus wants to clip him back to racehorse trim. I think he’s fine the way he is. A shaggy knight whose clouded brows give him expressiveness, fine and lovely. When he moves he’s like greased lightning, a horse with the bit in his teeth. Except that he likes marinara sauce. And he understands English. Start to see the problem?
More like terrifying, looking at those teeth.
Holy smokes, that picture makes them look like werewolves. I guess I ought to try to stay on their good side.
RF, do you have any opinions about Walker Percy? Haven’t read anything by him yet but I’ve seen some good mentions. As far as I can tell the only reference on Instapunk is citing a news article that includes him in a grocery list of Southern authors.
Walker Percy. I know I’ve read him, at least a short story or two. I admit I’ve probably pigeonholed him as a “southern writer.” Which isn’t a knock of any kind. So many of them are so remarkably good, lyrical, evocative, and moving that I think of them the same way I think of Irish poets. But they don’t always interest me. The story always seems to be the same story, sad and set in sorrowful circumstances. I don’t feel a need to read them all. Like I don’t have to listen to all Italian operas. Just the ones that absolutely insist on being listened to.
You’re welcome! That photographer’s entire deerhound action set inspired me. Raebert’s will is spreading to the internet.