Welcomed By: Maria
He talks to me secretly in a high-pitched baby voice, but is extremely articulate, sensitive and erudite. He is great with words. Of all things, he deplores canine roughness and lack of dog courtesy in other dogs and finds that while a human neighbor with two more than overbearing, huge and less than courteous dogs showed a certain narrowmindedness in calling him, a toy poodle, taking proper refuge at the meeting behind my legs, a 'chicken', in fact those very farm animals may have a far higher moral sense and social etiquette than some examples of those born to the higher spiritual estate of dog and unaware of the grave responsibilities that it entails in terms of ascribing to a gentle philosophy of love to one's neighbors, of play, cuddling and sweet nothings. For another thing, a chicken is extremely tasty, which also complicated and perplexed the minds of the two stalwart dogs, enormous to be sure, and to be commended on physical stature, but possessing a less developed moral faculty because once they heard the word 'chicken' their stares and certain commentary to Zephyr became very fierce and he, remembering, faintly suggests--even intolerant.
