Dovey borrows her nom de plume from Miss Dovetail, a mink Berkshire doe of exceptional warmth and equanimity, whom the author looks upon as a role model. Dovey composes this blog in lieu of working on her dissertation as she ought to be doing, often with Dovetail’s editorial oversight (scampering across the keyboard inevitably to come to a halt with one paw or another resting on the DELETE key being as good an editorial approach as any).
Dovey is a theatre director specializing in Shakespeare and wrapping up a Ph. D. in theatre history and criticism with a doctoral minor in English literature and an interdisciplinary specialty in medieval and Renaissance studies. That’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it? It was her research into the black plague as a catalyst for social change in Great Britain that first led Dovey to cast her eye upon the amazing Rattus norvegicus. Her love affair with the species has only deepened as she has gotten to know them better through domestic cohabitation.
Beyond the ever-expanding colony of beloved rodents, Dovey sustains a virtually complete food chain of pets, with two enthusiastically homicidal fox terriers positioned as the top predators and an unauthorized field mouse that seems to be wintering under the kitchen stove filling the bottom rung alongside a tank of fish nobody much likes. Her mother insists that this Dr. Doolittle manifestation is proof positive that, just as she warned, Dovey probably should have gone ahead with her plan to have a baby several years ago, when she decided instead to have a doctoral degree. Barring mischance, she should be Doctor Doveyrat by this time next year.
Dovetail (the rat), in the meantime, will no doubt have risen to an executive editorial position at Harper Collins and be making three times the salary Dovey will be bringing home as a college professor: with apologies to the New Yorker, in the blogosphere, nobody knows you’re a rat.