On Fridays, I plan to publish a picture of one of my “animal companions,” to use the absurd politically correct phrase. (“Absurd,” because the relationship isn’t very reciprocal—they don’t feed me or clean my toilet!) This is Zadok, so named because one of my students found her a few years ago around the time of the annual Baroque Festival, in which we were singing Handel’s Messiah and Zadok the Priest. Unlike the real Zadok, she’s a girl, and she isn’t a priest. She’s Zadok the Beast.