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Servile Janie Janie the hound has the personality (the doggonality, I should say) of a feudal serf. When I get up in the morning she licks my hand, not just one or two licks, but a thorough licking-down. This is her way of greeting me and asking for her early-morning walk. Janie responds with deferential nuances to my every movement. When I move toward her food bin in the evening, she nods her head several times and makes tiny backward steps. While I am filling her bowl, she edges closer, but if I raise my head she nods and backs up again. I put Janie in the bathroom to eat, so that Brinca will not interfere with her supper. Sometimes I forget that Janie is in the bathroom and I go in there to wash my hands. At such times she nods repeatedly and backs away from her food dish, obviously thinking: "Master doesn't want me to eat right now." As I finish washing my hands, she edges toward her dish, but waits for me to leave before resuming her meal. When we are walking along the road and I drop the leash, she makes her peculiar nod and stops to see what I will do. Janie is a mixed breed with the overall outlines of a coonhound. I think Janie's kind of dog was bred by serfs who wanted to feel superior at least to some creature on this earth. They selected for dogs that would nod deferentially and inch forward or backward at their master's pleasure. When I come home in the evening with mud on my trouser legs and walk into this round house, I fancy that I am a serf returning to his hut. The head-bobbing attentions of this dog make me feel like a lordling in my own dooryard. Of course there is a bittersweet side too. Why do I value the companionship of dogs and cats? Could it be that people have proved hard to get along with? |
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