found dog; harry potter


My dad was working in the front yard on Thursday when he heard the neighbourhood dogs start up the alarm. He glanced up, and who did he see trundling up the hill but our very own old man Pepper, considerably thinner and patchier, but otherwise intact? It’s really nothing short of a miracle — that he survived, and also that he somehow had the intelligence or the instinct to find his way home after two nights wandering the city. I’m so happy to have my childhood faith in The Incredible Journey and Homeward Bound confirmed!

We’re all thrilled to have him back. I’ve never been so happy to see the mangy old mutt in my life — I even gave him an intense and loving rubdown, quite significant a sacrifice as I usually try to keep as much distance between the two of us as possible.

I was going to post a picture with this announcement, but he really is so aesthetically unpleasing that I couldn’t stand to have him on my blog for the next however many months. I may upload it onto flickr, though.

Half an hour ago I picked up my copy of Harry Potter. Of course. I am more than a little disgruntled by the knowledge that a zillion and a half people across the literate world are reading the same book at the exact same time as I am, but if I don’t read it immediately I just know that some internet asshole will post scans of some terribly important scene and ruin the whole thing for me. I’m avoiding my usual internet haunts until I finish it.

It’s very surreal to hold the last book in the series in my hand. I have a deep emotional attachment to Harry Potter because I met two of my best friends and most favourite people in the entire world on a Harry Potter discussion board on Amazon when I was twelve-turning-thirteen. I fell out of love with it a very long time ago, pretty much as soon as it became a massive franchise and a magnet for teenage girls and their pornish fantasies, but it has been a staple of my teenage years — I’m one of the many who has grown up with Harry, and I was (and here’s the snobby trump card that I use to justify my disdain of the HP fandom at large) one of the first fans — I read it just after it was published and before it was a cultural phenomenon, when one of my librarian friends handed it to me and said, “I don’t know about this one, it looks really weird, but you can give it a try.”

The end of an era! I must stop writing about it now and start reading it; I am being overcome with emotion and nostalgia.


~ by Not Alice on July 21, 2007.

3 Responses to “found dog; harry potter”

  1. Congratulations – I think – on the return of the pooch. Our HP novel arrived via the post this afternoon, and the entire Chili family is going to read it aloud to one another starting as soon as the Red Sox game is over. I, too, started reading it before it was a big deal; my British sister-in-law brought over a copy from England when she was visiting, and we were hooked.

  2. Please, don’t let J. K. Rowling kill Harry Potter. :)

  3. Oh! I am so glad you got your dog back. And that you aren’t too grown-up and intellectual for Harry Potter. I just finished, so now I can get back on the internet, I’ve been avoiding it for fear of spoilage.

    I shall email soon.

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