Pavlov was not doing well. He rang the bell, but I was already at his bedside having never left. “How am I doing” he asked. “Not well” I replied. Outside dogs howled in the arbor as spring blossomed, a spring visible in the dark. They had been howling all night.
Pavlov exhaled his last breath and the hounds eyed one another pensively. They stopped howling and began to jump about, alive with pure animal energy. And they played until one by one they fell asleep. The dogs woke curled against the dawn’s chill and then went out looking for breakfast.
Pavlov exhaled his last breath and the hounds eyed one another pensively. They stopped howling and began to jump about, alive with pure animal energy. And they played until one by one they fell asleep. The dogs woke curled against the dawn’s chill and then went out looking for breakfast.
