When I was a child I remember having an intense and near-morbid fascination with William Wegman’s weird photos and videos of his dogs as people. Nothing horrified me more than their lilting busy hands, dead weimaraner eyes, and vaguely 50s lifestyle. Yet I could never look away. I took the books and videos out of the library ad nauseam. Eventually a conspiracy to steal a copy of Dog Baseball resulted in a temporary revocation of my library card and suspension from the Reading Room Children’s Book Warrior Club until the fall. They canceled the program before I could redeem my punch card for a pizza party.  

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