WolfWeyr

I came to this house when I was only a pup. I don’t know how old I was but my eyes were just open, I could hear and I was doing a lot of crawling.
“It’s you and me and Bootsie,” Bill said to Barb when I arrived. And all the smells were happy.
At first, everything seemed to be about fun. What Barb and Bill call music played all the time. And we danced. To me, dancing was a lot like chasing your own tail.
The dog down the street chased his own tail. Bill said there was something wrong with him. I agreed. I would not have been surprised to see him foaming at the mouth.
But when Barb and Bill moved around and around in a circle in each other’s arms, it was not the same. Barb and Bill danced holding each other and I scampered about on the floor at their feet.
“That’s Nat King Cole singing, Bootsie,” Barb said. I lolled my tongue out of the side of my mouth and smiled. I liked his voice. It comforted me even if I was sad. Moving around and around in a circle to that soothing voice was not like chasing your own tail. Continue reading →

I don’t know much about what humans call time. I just know what is happening now. I have a different way of telling time. And from it I can tell a history. I can smell it.
Suzie’s smell changes because she is growing. She smells a little different almost every day.
Father’s smell changes as Mother’s moods change. He also has a steady odor but he is nervous so even that smell flickers.
Ruth smells very strongly of cleaning products on the days when she comes to clean the house. But I can smell her odor beneath that and it is calm and steady. Continue reading →