It is snowing in Dobrzyn, and Hili doesn’t like it. And once again she displaces Emma the D*g.
Hili: We all aspire to happiness or at least some measure of comfort.
A: It’s close to the truth.
Hili: I wonder what is a dog’s definition of comfort?
In Polish:Hili: Wszyscy dążymy do szczęścia, a przynajmniej do jakiegoś komfortu.
Ja: To prawie prawda.
Hili: Ciekawa jestem jaką definicję komfortu mają psy?
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As I type, Baihu is in almost the exact same pose on a pillow that’s almost the exact same color as Hili’s blanket.
It got cold here, too. No snow; clear skies. But, even at 9:00, all the roofs are still covered in frost — at least, the roofs over houses with decent insulation.
I’m debating whether to turn the heater on or not. On the one hand it’s 67° inside. On the other, it’d be the first time this season, and I’m wondering how long I can go….
b&
A dog’s definition of comfort is being with someone that loves them.
Blankets and pillows are a gratefully-received bonus.
Clearly, Emma is not the hedonist that Hili is!
I believe Hili would prefer the term, “Epicurean.” Hedonism is so gauche.
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