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  1. Carolina AndújarFebruary 6, 2009 at 3:23 AM

    I really, really liked this tale. Man, that last part where the dog is out on the porch, hurt, is so moving. Very sad. Good tale.

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  2. F. EscobarFebruary 6, 2009 at 10:45 AM

    I'm absolutely not for treating animals poorly, so that part felt cruel. Blame Mr. Worcester, though. What did you make of the narrator?

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  3. Carolina AndújarFebruary 8, 2009 at 5:50 AM

    The guy that doesn't dare intervene? Gosh, probably someone like me, someone who wears leather even being against animal abuse... Although I would've stopped Mr. Worcester, though; there's something about live cruelty that doesn't admit delays.

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  4. Carolina AndújarFebruary 8, 2009 at 5:51 AM

    Oh, and "his" dog, that I have never bought.

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  5. F. EscobarFebruary 8, 2009 at 1:06 PM

    True, animal cruelty is terrible stuff. I still have dreadful flashes of a video I saw of how dogs are skinned alive in China to turn them into fur for the lining of coats and other clothing.

    I guess my question about the narrator goes along these lines: I know it's tempting, but what made you think it was a "guy" who didn't dare intervene? Check out, for instance, the couple of words in italics in the story.

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  6. Carolina AndújarFebruary 8, 2009 at 11:04 PM

    A girl narrator! I had not thought of that possibility... that's really cool. Jeez, I should've noticed the oddity of the remark.
    So this woman left her husband for another woman who lived in the neighborhood?

    Oh wow, the China dogs story is horrible. Fiction is a good to criticize animal cruelty (and everything else).

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 20, 2009 at 10:39 PM

    The interesting thing, I think, is why you chose the photo to accompany the story.

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  8. F. EscobarFebruary 21, 2009 at 9:53 AM

    Doesn't it look placid enough? One would not want to ruin the main part of the story with a more revealing picture at the start. Right?

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  9. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2009 at 11:06 AM

    I think the reason you chose the photo is very revealing: it's a representation of setting. It would be a very different story if this was your front porch:

    http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/02/22/arts/Ouro600.jpg

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  10. F. EscobarFebruary 26, 2009 at 9:00 PM

    You're absolutely right: the story would register differently with the porch you mentioned. But I must admit the picture was really an afterthought, chosen ex post facto and in a relative rush. It had to portray a placid suburb, and it couldn't show a dog (as to not ruin the main part of the story). That was the rationale.

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  11. Carolina AndújarMarch 5, 2009 at 8:08 PM

    I came to see your new post and didn't find it :(
    Love ya.

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