I Call My Hound Rage and He Moves

I Call My Hound Rage and He Moves

I Call My Hound Rage and He Moves He walks backward on command, thick fur teeming with grays reversing back to flat. After he’s fed I see him swimming the Pacific in jagged loops and gulp-frantic swirls. He holds my salt in his mouth a red rubber ball. He gnaws at the...