Dog Logic

by Tom Strelich

shit’s only crazy until it actually happens you know, then it’s not crazy anymore, it’s just… how it is.”

Dog has one of the most precisely logical minds to be found in nature. Death doesn't make any sense to a dog, he has no appreciation of it. Like we do. He doesn't know it’s coming for him too. If he did, he'd just say, ‘what is this shit, who’s in charge here, what’s the point?”

In their world they learned that doors mainly led nowhere. Kinda like religion up there in our world.”

steel belted radial angels of death.

You’d need a special kind of light to create a world as glorious and mystifying and tragic as this.

But then again, if it’s inevitable, then why wait until your last breath, what’s the point of that unless you’re just trying to avoid the humiliation of an I-told-you-so from simpletons.

It was as if he were being carried toward them, and they all saw it for what it was: a miracle, a small one, a routine one, and one they all recognized, a man falling into faith, the miracle of a man accepting everlasting life for the mere asking.

the perfect combination of confusing sentences and big words to make it sound complicated and therefore best left to the Government.

Now that he wasn’t distracted with his wife and her ceaseless demands for interaction and eye-contact, it was actually pretty easy: