I need you to watch the dog while I go back to this place. I need one more summer. Here is a sweet William Butler Yeats quote to further my request. "But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
This will be my first year attending AWP and my first time in New York City. Though I am counting down the minutes, there is just so much to do. My mother is coming over to babysit Telemachus. Even though he doesn't smell (well...maybe a teeny bit), she insisted that I bath him. She thinks I should bath him every week, but that is not good for his pug skin. This is a picture I took of him today (on my cell phone) in his bath robe. Notice the ray of light in the background announcing what a divine little thing he is. My mom gets annoyed with my strict regulations on the quantity of food Telemachus can have. He acts hungry all the time. Pugs just do that. They know how to manipulate you. At the mere mention or sight of food, Telemachus spins in chaotic circles. As much as he loves me, he would sell me out for a sliver of hamburger without thinking twice. Last summer when I went to Bisbee for a week, my mom stayed with Telemachus and he gained two pounds. How is that possible? That is like a human gaining 20. She thinks I starve him but anyone who has seen him knows that he is plenty well fed. What will happen if she watches him this summer when I go to Ireland? I will come home to a baby hippo instead of a pug. Mom, I know you read this. I am appreciative for all you do, but you can love him without making him resemble a pig anymore than he already does.
