The Humanity of Animals



On that chair was a pile of Elisas clothing. By the time that Elisa returns to the barn at the end of the week, it will have been nearly a month.

During that time, I have come to realize, as I do every time she leaves, that I am second best in the eyes of our dogs, and that the distance between first and second is so great that the distinction is essentially moot. The dogs are hers, and I am but a poor substitute when she is away.


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