Daisy hopes for an event. I mean things are looking promising: I’m walking towards the cupboard where the treats are kept. The trick is, I say, not to open the cupboard so much as to open up the act of opening up the cupboard. I notice a slight pause in the wagging of Daisy’s tail. I think I catch a sigh. Don’t worry, I say, it’s just a matter of keeping things turned towards the future. Daisy does not find this reassuring. She sits by the cupboard door, undecided. Ok, I say, you can have a treat – but let’s just try to keep it open to whatever it might come to mean. Ok? Daisy nods, snaps the treat from my hand, and disappears. It might have been some kind of event.