When life gets me down, I look at a sleeping whippet and hope one day I can achieve that level of contentment.
Ah, there now. Doesn’t that make you feel better too?
–Simon
Whippet in a Blanket
Hot Dogs
Humor is how we deal with the horrific.
We went to see the traveling Pompeii exhibit which made its way to the Cincinnati Union Terminal museum. I had seen many of the statues before in magazines and documentaries, but it was certainly more powerful to experience firsthand. Some of the victims had definitely died under varying degrees of agony. Baked and suffocated. Doesn’t sound pleasant. I didn’t find it appropriate to take photos.
But I did still take one of the dog.
And then I thought: this looks an awful lot like a whippet. And whippets are perpetually cold. My own whippet in fact recently cooked herself in front of the fireplace until patches of fur fell out. That’s some desperation.
So if there’s one shred of happiness from this tragic event, it’s that a whippet finally managed to get warm enough. It’s how Poppy would have chosen to go.
–Simon