I remember when Captain first came to us. I had, as I still do, many piles of books on the floor of my study. I had bought the complete works of Proust in six volumes, and in a translation different to the one I had previously read. The next day I returned home and little Captain had chewed the cover from Within a Budding Grove clean away from the spine. I did not discipline him. I did not get mad. I also did not shift my books. I got down on one knee and spoke to him. Somehow this little puppy must have been sufficiently aware of my feelings on this matter because he has never, in a year and a half since, touched any one of my books. But oh, he chews my wife’s shoes.
-7 December 2015
This post is part of the I Remember series.