Dr. Dog

Black folks use the word “dog” in the same way white folks use “pal” or “buddy.” It’s familiar. It’s friendly. But it’s not suited to formal discourse.

So Victorio says to me, “What page we on, dog?” Then gapes at me, knowing he’s crossed a line.

‘That’s Dr. Dog to you, sir!’ We pause. Then we all laugh.

From now until the end of the year, I’m Dr. Dog.


Filed under: Humor, Prose, Publius