Dogs

I'm watching Lawrence Krauss interviews with Richard Dawkins and then Johnny Depp (who I don't get but he seems to be friends with loads of people I admire) but he's boring me stupid. He's on about truth. Now I have had dogs most of my life. And there's a reason. Humans play out a game of presentation that slips from truth and to complete lies all the time. We all do it. But where you can tell someone one thing while you are doing the opposite and they will fall for it or at least be so bound by our rituals so as to go along with it. And we don't even know ourselves that we are doing it. Of course there are con men. But mostly it's a pretence to ourselves too. We are living our own lies. Dogs are oblivious to that layer. You can't pretend to play with a dog because they know immediately that you're not having fun. Some might humour you but most won't. So I've always had dogs. Well, I had Pavlov thrust upon me. I never liked dogs as a child and Pavlov was worse than most. But Dalby went off one night and never came back. Left me with his dog and I had to learn. I couldn't have one for a decade or so then I got Tex. Dook. And now Bentley. They all deserve a book and they have all made me a better man. So there's lies. They won't let you lie. You can lie to your friends and family but you can't lie to a dog. It's horrible. Why would anyone expose themselves to this. I better go take Bentley out and shut up this bullshit.

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