This is what dogs liked to do, I discovered. They liked to run around on grass, pretending they were free, shouting, “We’re free, we’re free, look, look, look how free we are!” at each other. It really was a sorry sight. But, I had to admit, it worked for them, and for Newton in particular. It was a collective illusion they had chosen to swallow and they were submitting to it wholeheartedly, without any nostalgia for their former wolf selves.
