There, she meets her therapist in the wet tongue of a Black Lab/ German Shepard standing alone by the fence. The therapist dog, who wears a red robe and smokes an intricate pipe, guides ‘She’ on missions to go to the banks of the grave of the boy that is buried, to take off her grotesque mask and hang her face on a doorknob, and to look her dad straight in the eye. This one-woman play is about putting yourself back together after everything you once knew and trusted has fallen apart.
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Ashley L. Mathus
February 19, 2008
Broken Dog Legs, a fragmented, isolated one-woman play, is segmented into broken pieces, almost solving the incalculable puzzle of loneliness.
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