“Are You Lonesome Tonight,” original silkscreen by George Rodrigue from this illustrated history of dogs in books.
Pair with The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs.
MY DOG BURNS
No more shall bear beauteous form
Be seen in the raging storm.
No more shall her wondrous tail
Dodge the quickly dropping hail.
She lived a quiet harmless life
In Hartford far from madding strife;
Nor waged no War on peaceful rat
Nor battled with wild fierce tomcat.
No, No, my beloved, dear ’cause dead
What tough thy coat was a brick dust red?
Like a good author, thou was a trusty friend
And thy tail, like his, red to the very end.
Wonderful comic on a dog’s sense of smell by Nick Sousanis, inspired by a New Yorker article on the subject. Complement with the genius of dogs and this New Yorker celebration of canines in literature and art.
“All roads lead to the Doghouse.”
Vintage placemat from Seattle’s famous Dog House restaurant, 1955.
It makes sense because some researchers … speculate that wolves first became domesticated when people settled down and started farming.
The hungry wolves would have been attracted by their garbage dumps full of food scraps. But…to take advantage of this convenient new food supply, the wolves would have to adapt not just to being near people, but also to eating their food, which now included starchy grains and vegetables.
So any wolves who could digest starch would have had an advantage [and] today’s domesticated dogs are probably descended from them.
Fascinating NPR Morning Edition episode on how dogs evolved to love carbs in order to live with people. In the research paper published in this month’s Nature, the team behind the study notes:
…novel adaptations allowing the early ancestors of modern dogs to thrive on a diet rich in starch, relative to the carnivorous diet of wolves, constituted a crucial step in the early domestication of dogs.
More on the fascinating history of how dogs became domesticated here, and more on what they mean to us humans here.
Gorgeous 1999 New Yorker cover by Maira Kalman, from The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs, celebrating 80 years of canine love from the magazine’s archives.
Quite possibly the best author portrait ever: Edith Wharton with her two pups, and other portraits of writers with their pets. For more literary-canine love, complement with The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs, then switch pet gears with Hemingway and his cat.
New work by autistic savant Gregory Blackstock, who draws stunning, obsessive visual lists. A fine addition to The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs.
The Pooch Index – the canine economy by the numbers. Complement with more poetic forms of canine appreciation.









