April 5, 2007
Odie functioned a little like my mother’s id. He chewed up the Persian rugs my mother had grudgingly inherited from her mother-in-law. He leapt on windowsills and bayed at..whatever. In the ivy-covered backyard, he hunted and killed mice and presented them to my mother. At first, he terrified me, but then, all dogs terrified me, even this low-to-the-ground black and white beagle with a tendency towards belly fat. At first, I just put up with him. Odie wouldn’t be denied. Eventually, he began jumping on the couch when I was lying there and nestling on my stomach like a cat.