Fifteen Dogs

Atticus, being unpredictable, was a danger to them all.

Perhaps it was best to be a dog as dogs had always been: not separated from others by thinking but part of the collective.

more than a dog of his size and stature could have hoped for: food, a den with humans he could manipulate or evade, and an outside world that was not threatening.

a pack needed unity, and unity meant that all understood the world in the same way or, if not the world, the rules, at least.

All sometimes seemed so hopelessly muddled.

pleasure

the moon fell out of its pocket of clouds from time to time.

a dog is no dog if he does not belong.

Hope has nothing to do with happiness,