September 8th. The Man.
Today is the Birthday of the Man. I deliver my Birthday Present, Even Before he Wakes. Hurrah, I say, adding an Enthusiastic Hello. That Dog has Covered Me in Ectoplasm, says the Man, disappearing into the Shower. It is his Birthday Slobber, I tell the Owner. I do not Slobber […]
Hergest, a Hound's Philosophy 