Bad hair, oh yeah it looks okay

So this woman at my work, let's not mention her name, has the sort of hair cut my mother used to give our dog. It was always heart rendering to see her run into the house, alighted of her heavy load of coarse hair, but still so happy to see me. But dogs are like that. They don't care what they look like. It's a good question though, what do dogs think about? The idea is that they don't recognise themselves in the mirror and that they don't have a theory of mind. They don't ponder their own existence and wonder what it is makes them exist. They don't have a theory that tells them, I am Flossy the Dog and I am a pet of Zournon. Or was. I still lament her passing, but this is not her story. This is the story of the woman with the bad haircut.

This haircut is bad, but I am not going to tell her. Around me my work colleagues are saying how much they like it and they are lying. Lying through there yellow ugly teeth and I sit quietly and say nothing. After all it was not the sort of haircut you could fix by cutting more off. The haircuts my mother would give the dog were functional in nature and would require the maximum amount of hair removed in the least time.The dog would look in the mirror and see another dog, who was it seemed not only getting in on her turf, but also sporting some feral looking chunky unlayered hair. That's if she thought she was a dog at all. It would be interesting to study the logical schema that dogs use to produce a world view. Also how is it that someone could look in the mirror and think they had a good haircut. Well they might have doubts but then everyone they meet, mostly females, are telling them that it looks good. I said nothing, maybe i should have got her a nice hat.

enough time has now passed that even if you know me and where i work, the bad haircut has grown out, even if the delusions that it was good still remain.