Woman got me to climb stairs today. Exhausting. 4 lots. Got cheese after each. Pavlov has a lot to answer for.

Not sure it’s worth it.

Am I being taken for a fool? Am I, in the words of Immanuel Kant, being treated as a thing without reason? I am no Benthamite. I’m not just anybody’s for cheese.

Although I did really love those people sitting on blankets in the park with cheese on Sunday. All of them. Offered self in exchange repeatedly and they seemed keen but Woman dragged me away.

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Hergest the Hound

I am a dog of many thoughts.