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Sept 24th. Rules of cheese.

I like it when the Owner stops at Le Pain Quotidien to buy a scone because it comes with accompanying cheese slices and as you may have surmised, I have an affinity for cheese. Or so I thought. How was I to know that you cannot generalise all cheese served […]

Sept 23rd. The Hergest Hound.

The Owner has been reading the story of my namesake, the Hergest Hound, dog companion of Sir Thomas Vaughan of Hergest, a fifteenth century landowner who lived at Hergest Hall on the border between Herefordshire and Wales. The Hergest Hound had his own bedroom at the top of the house. […]

Sept 20th. Archaeology.

I know there’s something down there. I just know. I can’t explain it. I didn’t do it just to pull the rosemary out, it just came out with the soil. Anyway, she can always put it back. She’d have thanked me if it had been the Lost Ark. She says […]

Sept 19th. Fox poo.

The Owner asks me what is so interesting about fox poo. Where do I even begin? Sadly, it turns out that the question was rhetorical. It is clear that the Owner has no real interest in understanding the magical lure of fox poo. As I begin to explain the lead […]

Sept 17th. Tails and happiness.

The Owner says she can tell that I am a Happy Dog since happiness correlates with many intuitively relevant dog variables, particularly tail wagging. It is true that I was, for example, extremely happy when I saw the Owner this morning, as I am a Dog of small bladder and […]

Sept 16th. Moral Enhancement.

Julian Savulescu says that moral enhancement is essential for humanity to triumph because human beings won’t become moral enough fast enough to save themselves just by trying to be better people, even given that they have Greta Thunberg. He means he thinks that science should be used to make people morally […]

Sept 12th. The Small Humans.

I like Small Humans. Unlike some (fluffy) dogs I have met I will not joke that I would not eat a whole one at once, it goes against my instincts. I would not even eat Caspar (although light chewing is acceptable). I have the instincts of a Rescue Dog. Today […]

Sept 11th. Jurassic Cheese.

The Owner and I both, it seems, like cheese. How should I look at this? Should I (a) take the narrow survival-of-the-fittest view that velociraptors epitomise, the view that life is a competition for cheese in which I am pitted against the Owner and may, ultimately, have to choose between […]

Sept 11th. A relatively good dog.

Usual trip to coffee shop with owner this morning. Met Caspar, who was looking impossibly fluffy. The Owner petted him. AGAIN. So much for monogamy. Attempted to eat him under guise of puppy play. We’ll see who’s cute when she gets dog hairs in her cappuccino. The Owner retrieves me […]

Sept 10th The Rescue Ring.

Humans are deeply illogical. In my park, the one where I walk every day for my allotted exercise (some terrible fascist Owner formula decrees that I cannot pull her around the part for more than 15 minutes twice a day lest she wear out) there is a certain illogic. There […]