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Oct 8th. Strength.

It’s a jungle out there and Superdog has to be prepared for anything. Sudden changes of direction. Sudden bursts of speed. Sudden squirrels. You never know when there’s an Arch Enemy in the hedge.

The Owner is unpicking bits of dead leaf from her hair.

She unwraps the lead from around her left ankle.

Hergest, she says, you don’t know your own strength.

I look apologetic, which I have discovered involves moving one eyebrow slightly and looking at her shoes.

It’s not that I’m not sorry she ended up in the compost, but one has to keep a sense of proportion. There may be more at stake here than the question of who, precisely, ends up sitting in the compost.

When you are with Superdog you have to watch where you’re putting your feet.

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Hergest the Hound

I am a dog of many thoughts.

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