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Lovely shot! All four feet in the air at the same time, if I see this corretly?
My dog Castorp is a Whippet, and the Whippet body too is constructed so as to allow for all four feet to be up at the same time when running. The motion is that of a coil that gets through a cycle of being suspended and being released. He also does nifty sharp turns when he runs, though I imagine that the Arctic Hare's turns are sharper still! :-)
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Lovely shot! All four feet in the air at the same time, if I see this corretly?
My dog Castorp is a Whippet, and the Whippet body too is constructed so as to allow for all four feet to be up at the same time when running. The motion is that of a coil that gets through a cycle of being suspended and being released. He also does nifty sharp turns when he runs, though I imagine that the Arctic Hare's turns are sharper still! :-)
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Lovely shot! All four feet in the air at the same time, if I see this corretly?
My dog Castorp is a Whippet, and the Whippet body too is constructed so as to allow for all four feet to be up at the same time when running. The motion is that of a coil that gets through a cycle of being suspended and being released. He also does nifty sharp turns when he runs, though I imagine that the Arctic Hare's turns are sharper still! :-)
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Lovely shot! All four feet in the air at the same time, if I see this corretly?
My dog Castorp is a Whippet, and the Whippet body too is constructed so as to allow for all four feet to be up at the same time when running. The motion is that of a coil that gets through a cycle of being suspended and being released. He also does nifty sharp turns when he runs, though I imagine that the Arctic Hare's turns are sharper still! :-)
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Lovely shot! All four feet in the air at the same time, if I see this corretly?
My dog Castorp is a Whippet, and the Whippet body too is constructed so as to allow for all four feet to be up at the same time when running. The motion is that of a coil that gets through a cycle of being suspended and being released. He also does nifty sharp turns when he runs, though I imagine that the Arctic Hare's turns are sharper still! :-)
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Well spotted. The answer is Yes and No.
It's not his real name. Since I myself use an alias here, my buddy quite rightly insisted on having one too.
And yes, as his alias I chose the name of the hero in Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain, the book that shaped me more than any other.
As a young man, I once spent a long night with a friend in a bar and at one point exclaimed, for all to hear, "Ich bin Hans Castorp", "I am Hans Castorp". That was some 40 years ago. The Magic Mountain is still the book that defines me, and Thomas Mann still the one author that lets me keep some hope for humankind. If he was possible, everything is possible.
Castorp sits next to me and says hello. He loves attention.
#HansCastorp #ThomasMann #MagicMountain #whippet_moments #hope
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Well spotted. The answer is Yes and No.
It's not his real name. Since I myself use an alias here, my buddy quite rightly insisted on having one too.
And yes, as his alias I chose the name of the hero in Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain, the book that shaped me more than any other.
As a young man, I once spent a long night with a friend in a bar and at one point exclaimed, for all to hear, "Ich bin Hans Castorp", "I am Hans Castorp". That was some 40 years ago. The Magic Mountain is still the book that defines me, and Thomas Mann still the one author that lets me keep some hope for humankind. If he was possible, everything is possible.
Castorp sits next to me and says hello. He loves attention.
#HansCastorp #ThomasMann #MagicMountain #whippet_moments #hope
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Well spotted. The answer is Yes and No.
It's not his real name. Since I myself use an alias here, my buddy quite rightly insisted on having one too.
And yes, as his alias I chose the name of the hero in Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain, the book that shaped me more than any other.
As a young man, I once spent a long night with a friend in a bar and at one point exclaimed, for all to hear, "Ich bin Hans Castorp", "I am Hans Castorp". That was some 40 years ago. The Magic Mountain is still the book that defines me, and Thomas Mann still the one author that lets me keep some hope for humankind. If he was possible, everything is possible.
Castorp sits next to me and says hello. He loves attention.
#HansCastorp #ThomasMann #MagicMountain #whippet_moments #hope
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Well spotted. The answer is Yes and No.
It's not his real name. Since I myself use an alias here, my buddy quite rightly insisted on having one too.
And yes, as his alias I chose the name of the hero in Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain, the book that shaped me more than any other.
As a young man, I once spent a long night with a friend in a bar and at one point exclaimed, for all to hear, "Ich bin Hans Castorp", "I am Hans Castorp". That was some 40 years ago. The Magic Mountain is still the book that defines me, and Thomas Mann still the one author that lets me keep some hope for humankind. If he was possible, everything is possible.
Castorp sits next to me and says hello. He loves attention.
#HansCastorp #ThomasMann #MagicMountain #whippet_moments #hope
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Well spotted. The answer is Yes and No.
It's not his real name. Since I myself use an alias here, my buddy quite rightly insisted on having one too.
And yes, as his alias I chose the name of the hero in Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain, the book that shaped me more than any other.
As a young man, I once spent a long night with a friend in a bar and at one point exclaimed, for all to hear, "Ich bin Hans Castorp", "I am Hans Castorp". That was some 40 years ago. The Magic Mountain is still the book that defines me, and Thomas Mann still the one author that lets me keep some hope for humankind. If he was possible, everything is possible.
Castorp sits next to me and says hello. He loves attention.
#HansCastorp #ThomasMann #MagicMountain #whippet_moments #hope
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Moments with my whippet.
Working on a paper tonight, hope to finish it by morning. Having a break, a spot of mindless movie watching in my armchair. Everyone else is sleeping. Castorp lies on his blanket, right next to me, curled up like a cat. So good you're with me, buddy.
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Moments with my whippet.
Working on a paper tonight, hope to finish it by morning. Having a break, a spot of mindless movie watching in my armchair. Everyone else is sleeping. Castorp lies on his blanket, right next to me, curled up like a cat. So good you're with me, buddy.
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Moments with my whippet.
Working on a paper tonight, hope to finish it by morning. Having a break, a spot of mindless movie watching in my armchair. Everyone else is sleeping. Castorp lies on his blanket, right next to me, curled up like a cat. So good you're with me, buddy.
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Moments with my whippet.
Working on a paper tonight, hope to finish it by morning. Having a break, a spot of mindless movie watching in my armchair. Everyone else is sleeping. Castorp lies on his blanket, right next to me, curled up like a cat. So good you're with me, buddy.
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Moments with my whippet.
Working on a paper tonight, hope to finish it by morning. Having a break, a spot of mindless movie watching in my armchair. Everyone else is sleeping. Castorp lies on his blanket, right next to me, curled up like a cat. So good you're with me, buddy.
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Night time, I'm in the middle of some writing. Castorp comes out of his den, he shakes himself up, then settles on the rug next to me. He sits there for a while, perfectly still. Then he gets up again and moves back into his den.
Oh that trust can be so complete and unpolluted.
#dogs #sighthounds #whippets #proximity #love #whippet_moments
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Night time, I'm in the middle of some writing. Castorp comes out of his den, he shakes himself up, then settles on the rug next to me. He sits there for a while, perfectly still. Then he gets up again and moves back into his den.
Oh that trust can be so complete and unpolluted.
#dogs #sighthounds #whippets #proximity #love #whippet_moments
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Night time, I'm in the middle of some writing. Castorp comes out of his den, he shakes himself up, then settles on the rug next to me. He sits there for a while, perfectly still. Then he gets up again and moves back into his den.
Oh that trust can be so complete and unpolluted.
#dogs #sighthounds #whippets #proximity #love #whippet_moments
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Night time, I'm in the middle of some writing. Castorp comes out of his den, he shakes himself up, then settles on the rug next to me. He sits there for a while, perfectly still. Then he gets up again and moves back into his den.
Oh that trust can be so complete and unpolluted.
#dogs #sighthounds #whippets #proximity #love #whippet_moments
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Night time, I'm in the middle of some writing. Castorp comes out of his den, he shakes himself up, then settles on the rug next to me. He sits there for a while, perfectly still. Then he gets up again and moves back into his den.
Oh that trust can be so complete and unpolluted.
#dogs #sighthounds #whippets #proximity #love #whippet_moments
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Working in the night, writing my paper. Castorp calls me. I step over to his den, he stretches his head out and puts it into my open hand, ever so trusting. I gently scratch his forehead, he closes his eyes like a cat. I tell him about my worries, and that he is a good boy. He gets out and shakes himself up, as if he is wet from the rain and must shake out the rain. He does his night visit to the garden. When he is back, he gets another cuddle and goes back into his den to sleep. All is well. I go back to my work. What would we do without each other.
#dogs #whippets #sighthounds #love #interspeciescompagnionship
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Working in the night, writing my paper. Castorp calls me. I step over to his den, he stretches his head out and puts it into my open hand, ever so trusting. I gently scratch his forehead, he closes his eyes like a cat. I tell him about my worries, and that he is a good boy. He gets out and shakes himself up, as if he is wet from the rain and must shake out the rain. He does his night visit to the garden. When he is back, he gets another cuddle and goes back into his den to sleep. All is well. I go back to my work. What would we do without each other.
#dogs #whippets #sighthounds #love #interspeciescompagnionship
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Working in the night, writing my paper. Castorp calls me. I step over to his den, he stretches his head out and puts it into my open hand, ever so trusting. I gently scratch his forehead, he closes his eyes like a cat. I tell him about my worries, and that he is a good boy. He gets out and shakes himself up, as if he is wet from the rain and must shake out the rain. He does his night visit to the garden. When he is back, he gets another cuddle and goes back into his den to sleep. All is well. I go back to my work. What would we do without each other.
#dogs #whippets #sighthounds #love #interspeciescompagnionship
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Working in the night, writing my paper. Castorp calls me. I step over to his den, he stretches his head out and puts it into my open hand, ever so trusting. I gently scratch his forehead, he closes his eyes like a cat. I tell him about my worries, and that he is a good boy. He gets out and shakes himself up, as if he is wet from the rain and must shake out the rain. He does his night visit to the garden. When he is back, he gets another cuddle and goes back into his den to sleep. All is well. I go back to my work. What would we do without each other.
#dogs #whippets #sighthounds #love #interspeciescompagnionship
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Working in the night, writing my paper. Castorp calls me. I step over to his den, he stretches his head out and puts it into my open hand, ever so trusting. I gently scratch his forehead, he closes his eyes like a cat. I tell him about my worries, and that he is a good boy. He gets out and shakes himself up, as if he is wet from the rain and must shake out the rain. He does his night visit to the garden. When he is back, he gets another cuddle and goes back into his den to sleep. All is well. I go back to my work. What would we do without each other.
#dogs #whippets #sighthounds #love #interspeciescompagnionship
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About to take twin A to her final coaching class prior to her ISTD Ballet Exam later in the week. Then quick change of clothes for twin A and I take twin A and twin B to the Remembrance Sunday march. They participate with their Girl Guides / Scouts group. Ours is a garrison town so these events have special meaning here. I never manage to get through the event without some tears. Thinking of my father too, who as a very young man fought in Russia on the wrong side and who stood on the right side for the rest of his life. He'd be 101 this year. Miss him. So proud of my girls. Castorp, our whippet, will come along too.
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About to take twin A to her final coaching class prior to her ISTD Ballet Exam later in the week. Then quick change of clothes for twin A and I take twin A and twin B to the Remembrance Sunday march. They participate with their Girl Guides / Scouts group. Ours is a garrison town so these events have special meaning here. I never manage to get through the event without some tears. Thinking of my father too, who as a very young man fought in Russia on the wrong side and who stood on the right side for the rest of his life. He'd be 101 this year. Miss him. So proud of my girls. Castorp, our whippet, will come along too.
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About to take twin A to her final coaching class prior to her ISTD Ballet Exam later in the week. Then quick change of clothes for twin A and I take twin A and twin B to the Remembrance Sunday march. They participate with their Girl Guides / Scouts group. Ours is a garrison town so these events have special meaning here. I never manage to get through the event without some tears. Thinking of my father too, who as a very young man fought in Russia on the wrong side and who stood on the right side for the rest of his life. He'd be 101 this year. Miss him. So proud of my girls. Castorp, our whippet, will come along too.
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About to take twin A to her final coaching class prior to her ISTD Ballet Exam later in the week. Then quick change of clothes for twin A and I take twin A and twin B to the Remembrance Sunday march. They participate with their Girl Guides / Scouts group. Ours is a garrison town so these events have special meaning here. I never manage to get through the event without some tears. Thinking of my father too, who as a very young man fought in Russia on the wrong side and who stood on the right side for the rest of his life. He'd be 101 this year. Miss him. So proud of my girls. Castorp, our whippet, will come along too.
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About to take twin A to her final coaching class prior to her ISTD Ballet Exam later in the week. Then quick change of clothes for twin A and I take twin A and twin B to the Remembrance Sunday march. They participate with their Girl Guides / Scouts group. Ours is a garrison town so these events have special meaning here. I never manage to get through the event without some tears. Thinking of my father too, who as a very young man fought in Russia on the wrong side and who stood on the right side for the rest of his life. He'd be 101 this year. Miss him. So proud of my girls. Castorp, our whippet, will come along too.
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Conrad had finished packing his satchel. He put on his coat and his hat. Castorp, his whippet, had taken position by the door, watching him closely: you won't leave me behind, will you? Oh I'd better carry his coat, Conrad said to himself, there will be rain and we won't stop.
He did not lock the door when they left; there was no need for this anymore. Castorp walked two steps ahead, in the disciplined trot that he assumed when he was on alert, head high, looking left and right and feeling important.
How they made it through the marshland is unclear. They were sighted once or twice in the Poachers' Plain, the tall man with his long Australian Duster coat and the scruffy wide-rimmed hat, the dog always two steps ahead. Then they were forgotten.
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Conrad had finished packing his satchel. He put on his coat and his hat. Castorp, his whippet, had taken position by the door, watching him closely: you won't leave me behind, will you? Oh I'd better carry his coat, Conrad said to himself, there will be rain and we won't stop.
He did not lock the door when they left; there was no need for this anymore. Castorp walked two steps ahead, in the disciplined trot that he assumed when he was on alert, head high, looking left and right and feeling important.
How they made it through the marshland is unclear. They were sighted once or twice in the Poachers' Plain, the tall man with his long Australian Duster coat and the scruffy wide-rimmed hat, the dog always two steps ahead. Then they were forgotten.
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Conrad had finished packing his satchel. He put on his coat and his hat. Castorp, his whippet, had taken position by the door, watching him closely: you won't leave me behind, will you? Oh I'd better carry his coat, Conrad said to himself, there will be rain and we won't stop.
He did not lock the door when they left; there was no need for this anymore. Castorp walked two steps ahead, in the disciplined trot that he assumed when he was on alert, head high, looking left and right and feeling important.
How they made it through the marshland is unclear. They were sighted once or twice in the Poachers' Plain, the tall man with his long Australian Duster coat and the scruffy wide-rimmed hat, the dog always two steps ahead. Then they were forgotten.
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Conrad had finished packing his satchel. He put on his coat and his hat. Castorp, his whippet, had taken position by the door, watching him closely: you won't leave me behind, will you? Oh I'd better carry his coat, Conrad said to himself, there will be rain and we won't stop.
He did not lock the door when they left; there was no need for this anymore. Castorp walked two steps ahead, in the disciplined trot that he assumed when he was on alert, head high, looking left and right and feeling important.
How they made it through the marshland is unclear. They were sighted once or twice in the Poachers' Plain, the tall man with his long Australian Duster coat and the scruffy wide-rimmed hat, the dog always two steps ahead. Then they were forgotten.
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Conrad had finished packing his satchel. He put on his coat and his hat. Castorp, his whippet, had taken position by the door, watching him closely: you won't leave me behind, will you? Oh I'd better carry his coat, Conrad said to himself, there will be rain and we won't stop.
He did not lock the door when they left; there was no need for this anymore. Castorp walked two steps ahead, in the disciplined trot that he assumed when he was on alert, head high, looking left and right and feeling important.
How they made it through the marshland is unclear. They were sighted once or twice in the Poachers' Plain, the tall man with his long Australian Duster coat and the scruffy wide-rimmed hat, the dog always two steps ahead. Then they were forgotten.
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I am standing in the garden smoking my evening pipe, enjoying the autumnal evening light on the neighbour's Acorn tree. My Castorp doesn't like being far from me, but he thinks it's too cold outside, so instead of coming out he sits next to the glass door, watching me from nearby. He spots my woollen winter cap on the chair and grabs it with his mouth, waves it about a bit, then nestles his nose in it, sniffing the Govn'or's smell. Oh, now he licks it; mutual cleaning is important! I didn't have the heart to stop hm.
#dogs #whippets #friendship #InterpseciesFriendship #laundry
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I am standing in the garden smoking my evening pipe, enjoying the autumnal evening light on the neighbour's Acorn tree. My Castorp doesn't like being far from me, but he thinks it's too cold outside, so instead of coming out he sits next to the glass door, watching me from nearby. He spots my woollen winter cap on the chair and grabs it with his mouth, waves it about a bit, then nestles his nose in it, sniffing the Govn'or's smell. Oh, now he licks it; mutual cleaning is important! I didn't have the heart to stop hm.
#dogs #whippets #friendship #InterpseciesFriendship #laundry
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I am standing in the garden smoking my evening pipe, enjoying the autumnal evening light on the neighbour's Acorn tree. My Castorp doesn't like being far from me, but he thinks it's too cold outside, so instead of coming out he sits next to the glass door, watching me from nearby. He spots my woollen winter cap on the chair and grabs it with his mouth, waves it about a bit, then nestles his nose in it, sniffing the Govn'or's smell. Oh, now he licks it; mutual cleaning is important! I didn't have the heart to stop hm.
#dogs #whippets #friendship #InterpseciesFriendship #laundry
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I am standing in the garden smoking my evening pipe, enjoying the autumnal evening light on the neighbour's Acorn tree. My Castorp doesn't like being far from me, but he thinks it's too cold outside, so instead of coming out he sits next to the glass door, watching me from nearby. He spots my woollen winter cap on the chair and grabs it with his mouth, waves it about a bit, then nestles his nose in it, sniffing the Govn'or's smell. Oh, now he licks it; mutual cleaning is important! I didn't have the heart to stop hm.
#dogs #whippets #friendship #InterpseciesFriendship #laundry
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I am standing in the garden smoking my evening pipe, enjoying the autumnal evening light on the neighbour's Acorn tree. My Castorp doesn't like being far from me, but he thinks it's too cold outside, so instead of coming out he sits next to the glass door, watching me from nearby. He spots my woollen winter cap on the chair and grabs it with his mouth, waves it about a bit, then nestles his nose in it, sniffing the Govn'or's smell. Oh, now he licks it; mutual cleaning is important! I didn't have the heart to stop hm.
#dogs #whippets #friendship #InterpseciesFriendship #laundry
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Sunday. A golden autumn afternoon, the sun stands low, the light is flat and warm. Out walking with Castorp, to the vast field at the edge of town where he used to run. It's a development site now, some 30 or so new houses are already up, all built on the cheap by one of England's ruthless mega-builders. Castorp and I squeeze by on the narrow footpath that is still open, right next to the site. The warm autumn light reminds us that the world could be good. The path we walk on is filled with litter. Everything around us says farewell. Castorp, of course, is all excited and happy, untroubled by the ugly site, busy sniffing around to read the social media messages from his buddies in the grass.
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Sunday. A golden autumn afternoon, the sun stands low, the light is flat and warm. Out walking with Castorp, to the vast field at the edge of town where he used to run. It's a development site now, some 30 or so new houses are already up, all built on the cheap by one of England's ruthless mega-builders. Castorp and I squeeze by on the narrow footpath that is still open, right next to the site. The warm autumn light reminds us that the world could be good. The path we walk on is filled with litter. Everything around us says farewell. Castorp, of course, is all excited and happy, untroubled by the ugly site, busy sniffing around to read the social media messages from his buddies in the grass.
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Sunday. A golden autumn afternoon, the sun stands low, the light is flat and warm. Out walking with Castorp, to the vast field at the edge of town where he used to run. It's a development site now, some 30 or so new houses are already up, all built on the cheap by one of England's ruthless mega-builders. Castorp and I squeeze by on the narrow footpath that is still open, right next to the site. The warm autumn light reminds us that the world could be good. The path we walk on is filled with litter. Everything around us says farewell. Castorp, of course, is all excited and happy, untroubled by the ugly site, busy sniffing around to read the social media messages from his buddies in the grass.
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Sunday. A golden autumn afternoon, the sun stands low, the light is flat and warm. Out walking with Castorp, to the vast field at the edge of town where he used to run. It's a development site now, some 30 or so new houses are already up, all built on the cheap by one of England's ruthless mega-builders. Castorp and I squeeze by on the narrow footpath that is still open, right next to the site. The warm autumn light reminds us that the world could be good. The path we walk on is filled with litter. Everything around us says farewell. Castorp, of course, is all excited and happy, untroubled by the ugly site, busy sniffing around to read the social media messages from his buddies in the grass.
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Sunday. A golden autumn afternoon, the sun stands low, the light is flat and warm. Out walking with Castorp, to the vast field at the edge of town where he used to run. It's a development site now, some 30 or so new houses are already up, all built on the cheap by one of England's ruthless mega-builders. Castorp and I squeeze by on the narrow footpath that is still open, right next to the site. The warm autumn light reminds us that the world could be good. The path we walk on is filled with litter. Everything around us says farewell. Castorp, of course, is all excited and happy, untroubled by the ugly site, busy sniffing around to read the social media messages from his buddies in the grass.
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We treasure spiders in our house, they are our insect police. Our daughters don't quite see it that way. When N found a large spider in her room, she got frightened and insisted on setting up a mattress and her duvets in the living room, to sleep downstairs for a few nights.
Castorp my whippet is not allowed in our upstairs bedrooms, but this was his chance to share a bed with one of his family. He settled proudly in the centre of the improvised bed and declared it his own. N could just about squeeze in next to him. She loved it, of course.
Castorp looked at us half defiantly, half accusingly. Can't you see that this is where I belong, snuggling up with my sister? he said. Why don't you let me do this always? Things are so easy, why don't you humans understand how simple it is to live well? Just stop being stuffy and difficult.
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We treasure spiders in our house, they are our insect police. Our daughters don't quite see it that way. When N found a large spider in her room, she got frightened and insisted on setting up a mattress and her duvets in the living room, to sleep downstairs for a few nights.
Castorp my whippet is not allowed in our upstairs bedrooms, but this was his chance to share a bed with one of his family. He settled proudly in the centre of the improvised bed and declared it his own. N could just about squeeze in next to him. She loved it, of course.
Castorp looked at us half defiantly, half accusingly. Can't you see that this is where I belong, snuggling up with my sister? he said. Why don't you let me do this always? Things are so easy, why don't you humans understand how simple it is to live well? Just stop being stuffy and difficult.
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We treasure spiders in our house, they are our insect police. Our daughters don't quite see it that way. When N found a large spider in her room, she got frightened and insisted on setting up a mattress and her duvets in the living room, to sleep downstairs for a few nights.
Castorp my whippet is not allowed in our upstairs bedrooms, but this was his chance to share a bed with one of his family. He settled proudly in the centre of the improvised bed and declared it his own. N could just about squeeze in next to him. She loved it, of course.
Castorp looked at us half defiantly, half accusingly. Can't you see that this is where I belong, snuggling up with my sister? he said. Why don't you let me do this always? Things are so easy, why don't you humans understand how simple it is to live well? Just stop being stuffy and difficult.
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We treasure spiders in our house, they are our insect police. Our daughters don't quite see it that way. When N found a large spider in her room, she got frightened and insisted on setting up a mattress and her duvets in the living room, to sleep downstairs for a few nights.
Castorp my whippet is not allowed in our upstairs bedrooms, but this was his chance to share a bed with one of his family. He settled proudly in the centre of the improvised bed and declared it his own. N could just about squeeze in next to him. She loved it, of course.
Castorp looked at us half defiantly, half accusingly. Can't you see that this is where I belong, snuggling up with my sister? he said. Why don't you let me do this always? Things are so easy, why don't you humans understand how simple it is to live well? Just stop being stuffy and difficult.
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We treasure spiders in our house, they are our insect police. Our daughters don't quite see it that way. When N found a large spider in her room, she got frightened and insisted on setting up a mattress and her duvets in the living room, to sleep downstairs for a few nights.
Castorp my whippet is not allowed in our upstairs bedrooms, but this was his chance to share a bed with one of his family. He settled proudly in the centre of the improvised bed and declared it his own. N could just about squeeze in next to him. She loved it, of course.
Castorp looked at us half defiantly, half accusingly. Can't you see that this is where I belong, snuggling up with my sister? he said. Why don't you let me do this always? Things are so easy, why don't you humans understand how simple it is to live well? Just stop being stuffy and difficult.