Monday, December 22, 2008
That look. It was that look that made it unnecessary for Basenjis to bark. They looked one in the eye, furrowed their fuzzy little brows, and everything followed from there. They had been manipulating humans for several millennia, and we were just the latest batch to fall under their spell. It was almost Christmas, a season children loved but a season that made some adults feel old. It was a good year to remember how good we had it, eat well, take a nap, and move forward.