field notes, iv-xxii-xiii

Walking Odin last night, the chatty little kid down the street said, "Is that ANOTHER dog?" I told him yes, and that he belonged to my daughter. The kid started petting him, and Odin promptly slurped his face.

"What kind of dog is he?" the kid asked.

"He's a coonhound," I said.

"A toonhound?"

"Uh...yes," I said, "A toonhound."