Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. It is reassuring to know that other dog-owners struggle with the strange way in which we project our humanity on animals and ignore the implications of such an “unnatural” act.
Nikki Wallschlaeger’s new collection Waterbaby is packed with such familiar conundrums.
All Dogs Go to Heaven By Nikki Wallschlaeger Beloved, we call you brave hoping the limit for human reign is terminal, your rehabilitation to be dangerously free. Inside your paws longings twinge while you sleep. I awake because you are newborn, a terrifying responsibility I’ll be human to you, lead you on a leash, hate myself for it, holler when you run down the road when I let you go. The truth is I love watching you trot away from me: you look like yourself, whoever that is, natural dog engaging in an unnatural world making stops to rebury your bones, doing what dogs are allowed to do, without me.
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. It is reassuring to know that other dog-owners struggle with the strange way in which we project our humanity on animals and ignore the implications of such an “unnatural” act.
Nikki Wallschlaeger’s new collection Waterbaby is packed with such familiar conundrums.
All Dogs Go to Heaven By Nikki Wallschlaeger Beloved, we call you brave hoping the limit for human reign is terminal, your rehabilitation to be dangerously free. Inside your paws longings twinge while you sleep. I awake because you are newborn, a terrifying responsibility I’ll be human to you, lead you on a leash, hate myself for it, holler when you run down the road when I let you go. The truth is I love watching you trot away from me: you look like yourself, whoever that is, natural dog engaging in an unnatural world making stops to rebury your bones, doing what dogs are allowed to do, without me.