This is what a dog who is dying from insufficient cheese looks like. Usually she goes for the other people at the office because I’m the least generous person here, but maybe the nicest ones are out today.

I’m feeling sympathetic because there’s a new dog in her family, and the new dog is basically a puppy version of her. I wonder if dogs perceive that as a particular kind of psychic violence.

Imagine living with someone for half your life, and then one day they invite a younger, louder and stupider clone of you to live there too. Not only do you now have to share your home with this inexhaustible shouty bimbo who keeps stealing your stuff and running away, but underneath it all you know she’s exactly how annoying you used to be.