Current mood: recumbent
there’s this tom waits album called rain dogs.
it’s a good album but i never understood the title.
then once in an interview he talked about what rain dogs means.
dogs construct their whole world with scents and scent trails. their sense of smell is a thousand times more sensitive than ours. the way they know the pattern of a daily walk is by the scent markers that they memorize.
when it rains all scents are jumbled, smeared, and washed off of the streets. dogs in the rain are totally lost because their are no scent trails to guide them home. gracie [our family dog] is sleeping over again tonight. i took gracie for a walk in this swirly scatter-shower storm.
it was amazing to see her as a rain dog. even though she knows the route inside out, she had no idea where we were going. she never ran ahead, she followed at my heel and trusted me. i had my shoulders hunched against the wind and my arm up against the rain. she was disoriented. she turned around to go home as soon as she pissed. on the way home we ran and she turned directly into the first empty doorway, like it was home. she was confused. the scent for the door to home was washed off the street and all the doors became the same. she looked up at me and started following. poor gracie.
dood – rain dogs.