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For the next several blog entries, my dog Lucy will be taking over. She will also be answering questions in the comments. I’ll check back in soon after I’ve completed a project that needs focus. Thanks so much for understanding. Best, Don.

This is how I take a nap

If the kitchen I came from was the world, where Don lived was the cosmos, or bigger than the cosmos, it was all the material that existed and there was no boundary to it. There were walls in the house but you had to walk forever to find them, and there were turns you could make that went to other turns and other turns that looked like the ones you’d made before. And there was furniture as big as elephants separating it all.

He had a cage and he’d put me in the cage. He put a new bed in the cage and some toys and that was fine, but I’d see his shadow out in the cosmos and I wanted to be with him so I’d cry till he came over and sat next to the cage and talked to me.

The first time we went on an adventure we went down the street. I go there all the time now. I go much further, but back then it was the far world. Back then the coffee shop at the end of the block was India. We went and sat outside and I ate crumbs from under the table. I ate crumbs and every person who came out of the shop talked to me. They had coffee on their fingers and I bit their fingers as hard as I could. They had sugar on their hands, and more crumbs. They talked in long, high pitch songs and they put their giant faces in my face, and their lips tasted like coffee and like sugar. They would walk away and I would leap after them. They would walk away talking in their high voices and they walked until they fell off the sidewalks into nothingness, until they fell off the great wide world that had no borders. It all made me very scared so I would stare at Don until he folded the corner of his newspaper so our eyes met, which made me feel better, then I would look back out at the great wide world with no end until I felt scared again and I’d look up and wait for him to fold the corner of his newspaper.

At night Don would put me in the cage but I would cry. The cage had borders but I already knew about the great wide world. I’d cry so Don would put the cage on the bed and sleep with his head against the bars, and I’d sleep with my head against the bars and put my paw through the holes to feel him there. But I wanted to be closer and I couldn’t sleep with anything separating us. I would cry and he would take me out of the cage and let me sleep on the pillow next to him. And that’s when I didn’t think about the world anymore. When the whole world has no boundaries, you can either lie to yourself that there are boundaries, tell yourself it ends in Kansas or in India or at the space station, or you can make your place a person. That’s all you can do, really. Let your place become a person. Otherwise you’d go crazy, you see. It just keeps going. There’s no end to it. But hopefully there’s a face you can touch with your paw. If you make a person your home, and don’t think about the world with no boundaries, you can get some sleep at night.