Sometimes Daisy is cross with me for treating her this way. You have simply made me into an all-knowing dog! she says, gruffly. It’s easy for you, isn’t it, to have a dog that knows everything? You can go out for the day, doing whatever it is that you do, saying this, misunderstanding that, making mistake after mistake, while I have to stay here, on this mat, in this kitchen, making everything coherent. Well, I won’t do it today! See how you get on then! I can’t bear the weight of all your subjectivity.