From a reader:
When my cute little 3-year-old neice first came
home from the hospital, her father’s dog stayed as close
to the Pak-n-Play as possible, even napping against it,
just to be near that new little thing. When she visited
my father’s houe for the first time, his dog did the same.
They didn’t want to leave the little tyke’s side.*
When my mother was dying of cancer, she’d often go
to her bedroom to nap. Soon the dog and both cats would
be missing, and they’d invariably be on or beside the
bed with her, not napping; just keeping her company. Every time.
I suppose people like Zorn have to espouse such silly ideas
so they can feel smarter than people like you, me, and
Jess Craigie; but if I had to spend time with Mr Zorn or
a dog, I know which I’d choose.
And then Zorn would tell me that I wasn’t actually having
fun with the dog and pull out his slide-rule and protractor to
explain it to me.
I’d laugh at him, but I’d still feel a little sorry for the guy.
*This of course, would be “currying favor with masters by helping
them protect the new tribe-member.”