When my father wonders aloud what his dog is thinking, the question makes him laugh in merriment. Maybe because it’s unanswerable, or perhaps from the sheer pleasure of trying to understand Maggie. Sometimes, in flashes, I really see him as he appears now: He shuffles when he walks, a bit hunched over. His face is thinned, and he’s missing several teeth, like an old man living on the streets. Now and then, his grey eyes stare blankly out with an
Behind the Fog
Behind the Fog
Behind the Fog
When my father wonders aloud what his dog is thinking, the question makes him laugh in merriment. Maybe because it’s unanswerable, or perhaps from the sheer pleasure of trying to understand Maggie. Sometimes, in flashes, I really see him as he appears now: He shuffles when he walks, a bit hunched over. His face is thinned, and he’s missing several teeth, like an old man living on the streets. Now and then, his grey eyes stare blankly out with an