{"id":392,"date":"2009-05-18T06:00:31","date_gmt":"2009-05-18T11:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.greatsociety.org\/?p=392"},"modified":"2018-10-31T08:35:05","modified_gmt":"2018-10-31T12:35:05","slug":"haunted-by-the-dog-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/?p=392","title":{"rendered":"Haunted by the Dog Man"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here they come around the corner of the block, the man and his dogs.\u00a0 He wears soft buckskin moccasins so the sound of his feet treading the sidewalk imitates that of his two companions.\u00a0 Padt padt padt<\/em>.\u00a0 The only difference is the rhythm of their strides.\u00a0 The dogs are tall and shaggy, solemn black and white collies that address each other like siblings.\u00a0 If you watch closely you can see their eyes changing colors as their heads dip up and down.\u00a0 They alternate taking the lead, dog-man-dog, like it is some kind of drill, but none of them rush forward or suddenly drop back.\u00a0 They weave and loop at a pace that seems directed by an internal metronome shared by all three and wouldn\u2019t be notable except for the fact that the dogs wear no leash.\u00a0 Nothing physical tethers these three together.<\/p>\n

The man is upwards of fifty, loose gray hair cut short, tanned like he should be if he walks these wide distances all day\u2014haven\u2019t I seen him in two places fifty blocks apart in the same day with no discernable lag in his gait?\u2014a few inches taller than short and a few pounds shy of husky.\u00a0 He apparently has no job, no wife.\u00a0 He may even be homeless, but if he is, it\u2019s a choice he\u2019s made, not the result of irresponsibility.\u00a0 The man moves constantly around the city and the animals, out of some weird necessity, must follow.\u00a0 He is the alpha.<\/p>\n

Yet I\u2019ve never seen him exhibit his control over the dogs.\u00a0 He doesn\u2019t call to them with code words.\u00a0 He never clicks, whistles, or snaps.\u00a0 The man only walks and the dogs take turns at his side.\u00a0 When they reach an intersection, the dogs will go through without the man if it is clear.\u00a0 They will go about as far as twenty-five feet in front without him and then fall back like the tide, but he never appears nervous that they will stray or take a turn out of his sight, cause any trouble or disturb any other pedestrian.\u00a0 This is part of the man\u2019s strength.\u00a0 He has surpassed worry by clouding certain regions of the dogs\u2019 brains.\u00a0 There has been some sort of secret training behind closed doors.<\/p>\n

The man says nothing at all, ever, even if I say good morning or someone commends the dogs for being so handsome.\u00a0 The man does not even approach being pleasant.\u00a0 He owns the air around him and advertises with the slightest movement of his eyes a deep prejudice against you.\u00a0 Almost everyone else is somehow in his way.\u00a0 Even if you are three blocks up and two over, you are somehow in his way.\u00a0 The dogs are his buffer, his detail.\u00a0 The collies gently herd the rest of us closer towards buildings, towards entrances, towards the safety of inside.\u00a0 Because it is<\/em> unsettling, even though they pass by every day.\u00a0 These dogs aren\u2019t on leashes.\u00a0 They are muscular and grave and steady and free to attack.\u00a0 Even if you are impressed by their manners, an inner survival alarm compels you to take a few steps back.<\/p>\n

And so I find myself wondering why the people I wish to investigate and interview and obtain wisdom from are the stoic, the separate, the misanthropic.\u00a0 I envy their distorted zen, the freedom they\u2019ve earned by silence.\u00a0 The dog man would never share his secrets.\u00a0 I don\u2019t believe he even writes down reminders to himself: it would be too great a risk to the life he has built.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t keep to the regime even if I knew it.\u00a0 I have lived by myself in the past and found it pleasant in small doses, but over time it becomes unbearable to be alone with only your thoughts or the published thoughts of others.\u00a0 I am fine traveling or walking in solitude, but sitting at the bar without company, as a stranger in a room of talkative, jangly others, will overpower me with insecurity within half an hour.\u00a0 Sitting alone at a table and eating, staring out the window and pretending to be interested in whatever landscape is on the other side gives me a demanding headache.\u00a0 I don\u2019t have the discipline for true misanthropy and my secrets aren\u2019t dark enough to sustain a recluse\u2019s existence.<\/p>\n

So my admiration of the dog man passes like a fever; my jealousy evaporates when I contemplate his life as a whole.\u00a0 The only thing that remains, especially on days like today, gloomy Sundays, caught up in a funk that even housecleaning can\u2019t seem to dissipate, is my desire for those ghostly dogs.\u00a0 I want to open the antique steamer trunks they must be stored in, let them leap out and circle me, brush their coats against my legs, hear their thoughts in my head.\u00a0 Then I could shake off this mood like dander and fur and walk outside, confident again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Here they come around the corner of the block, the man and his dogs.\u00a0 He wears soft buckskin moccasins so the sound of his feet treading the sidewalk imitates that of his two companions.\u00a0 Padt padt padt.\u00a0 The only difference …<\/p>\n

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