Deep Dog Psyche

What now? says Sweezus.

We could go to a bar, says Arthur.

We could, says Sweezus, but what about Terence?

I go to bars, says Terence. I went to one once in Saint Kilda. Lorna sat on my hat.

And what about Farky? says Arthur.

Farky tries to look small.

Leave him at my place, says Sweezus.

They take Farky to Sweezus's place and lock him inside.

As they leave Farky watches them through the window.

Then he goes searching for socks.

Sweezus, Arthur and Terence head back to the city.

Shall we observe them, or Farky?

Let's observe Farky.

He is still looking for socks.

At Lauren's house there were socks in abundance.

Her socks, which featured hearts and kittens, and smelled of Tropical Lily.

And the more delightful socks of Surfing-With-Whales, which smelled of chlorine and blue cheese.

He looks in the laundry.

No socks. No dirty washing.

He looks in the bedroom.

Tidy. Drawers closed. Bed made.

Normally, show me the bedroom I'll show you the man.

But not in this case, because Belle popped in while Sweezus was away, to tidy up.

At least the bed smells of Sweezus.

Farky jumps up on the bed, and lies doggo, waiting for Sweezus.

At this point we might leave Farky as he appears to be doing nothing.

But we are not going to. We are going to dig deeper into his psyche.

Farky is dozing, and every two seconds his eyes open, his ears prick, he makes a dog noise.

rgreueu!  ( a dog noise )

And this happens: (dream of farky)

rgreueuwoo all my people will come what is that noise?? it's a creaker.... lie low
rgreueuwoo weoo don't like creakers
regreeu eu woo not all my people not terence...... bite terence.....

Who knew?

Farky dreams of biting Terence.

It was worth missing out on the bar, to find that out.