The consolation of philosophy

You would think from this photo that Gail's friend Michael and I were getting along quite companionably by the end of his visit.

Well, "up to a point, Lord Copper". Or at least, we co-existed peacefully provided the following conditions were met:

• We were outdoors
• Michael was wearing long trousers and boots
• There was no food in the vicinity
• I had already walked ten miles and was a wee bit tired

But sadly, I have to say (British understatement here) I do not think that this particular human being, fine gentleman though he is, Gail assures me, in all other respects, will ever be persuaded of the joys of dog ownership.

It is of course hard not to take this personally. But I shall try to be philosophical about the matter.

I am thinking how lucky I am to live with someone who tolerates my occasional naughtiness, and makes allowances for certain facts about my breed that have long been recognised:

"Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs."  ~Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

Too cute??

We are having a change from science today and considering a philosophical matter.

The question I have been pondering is, can a dog really be "TOO cute"?

I see this phrase all over the dog blogging world. But to me it doesn't make any sense at all. Surely there is no limit to the amount of cuteness that is possible? I mean, have you seen the latest photos of my sweetheart Katie? Or (stop press news) the brand new Rocky Creek Scottie puppies?

Hmmm...

I think I need a little lie down so that I can look at the issue from a different angle....