Where have you been? Asks the Owner. Nowhere, I say. You appear to have been in the Woods, says the Owner. And the Park, she says. And the Bluebells, she says. I might have been, I say. I will have to check my Diary, I say. Then I will Make […]
The Owner and I are taking our walk in the park when we see the Group. They are standing together, smoking and chatting and things. I glare at them. Why are you pulling that Funny Face? Asks the Owner. It is not funny, I say, it is my Potentially Vicious […]
Look, says the Owner, how Quiet it is on the Heath. It is not quiet back where we parked, I say. That man was either Playing the Bagpipes or Murdering a Piglet. I am not sure which. That, says the Owner, is the joy of Learning the Bagpipes. But I […]
The Owner is sad again. What is wrong? I ask. It is Ecuador, says the Owner, they are having a terrible time. This virus is destroying so much that is good. Is there not enough to worry about here? I ask. Aristotle said Solidarity involves making the interests of your […]
Hergest, a Hound's Philosophy 