Today, as we head into the park in darkness the Owner slips a new collar round my neck and flicks a switch.
I have been turned into an illumination.
An orange illumination.
The Owner says it’s good to know she will not lose me in the darkness but, frankly, she is assuming I do not want to be lost.
Deep in the bushes there are squirrels paralytic with laughter.
How can it be compatible with dignity to be taken to the Park disguised as Blackpool Tower?
Hergest the Hound
I am a dog of many thoughts.