Oh, no--not that sick pet fetish again. Jesus Christ on a crutch, if I have to work on one more of these wretched things, I'm going to open my veins with a rusty saw in front of a pet store full of children. *sobs*
@kneetoe: This is a debate that will not end. Toward? Towards? Stop the madness! But the Yeats original text is "towards," so did Didion pick that up, and now some anal-retentive/pedantic copyeditor at the NYT has Americanized it to "toward," thus defeating the riff. Ack!
Wow. Jill Abramson sure has my personal number and knows how to bring out the Stalin-gothic censoring b*tch inside of me. Congrats! Under most any other similar circumstances I'd be fluttering the 1st Amendment flag up in support, but this grave-dancer lady makes me want to muzzle her. Or muffle her.
It's a puppy. There are zillions of them. People adopt and begin raising puppies literally every day. I got a 7-week-old puppy in November and did it myself. It just smacks of egotism to have an entire column and a possible book deal about this, much less one in which you invite yourself to be compared to Joan Didion. Maybe if she was raising a puppy in an underground bunker in a post-apocalyptic New York I'd be interested.
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It's Canine Munchausen Syndrome...the puppy is fine; she's just run out of stuff to write about him.
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