In the middle of the floor, there is a gathering. Foxy, Monkey and Reindeer with Christmas Antlers. What delights have we collected here? I ask Daisy. You have created an anthology of dog toys! Daisy eyes me uneasily. She wishes to tell me that there is no meaning in it. But I disagree. Clearly, Daisy has placed the toys according to how much stuffing she can pull out of them. All gatherings have meaning, I explain, sitting myself down on the floor. The pages of a book. The berries from a hedge. Foxy, Monkey and Christmas Reindeer. And now us, says Daisy, sitting herself down next to me with a huff. I consider our motley gathering. Yes, I say, and now us.