is one big ad with the occasional gem.
Buried in the 916 page September issue of Vogue is an essay by Ann Patchett - a eulogy to her dog Rose. Surrounded by perfume and makeup ads, fashion that no one would dream of wearing except on the catwalk of imagination, and all the frippery that makes you mine a magazine for the jewel you might unearth, is something I know will have me in tears, no matter how elegant the prose. And I read it and it is and I do. It's why I have a shelf devoted to unread books about dogs.
Harold is next to me on the couch, being the puppy he still is, demanding his belly scratch and tug-o-war and everything I think I don't have the time to do with him. But then of course I have the time. I put Vogue down and pay attention to what I am blessed to have in my life.
Causes Evelyn Sharenov Supports
Oregon Humane Society, ASPCA, PETA, HSUS