“Then you can look the other way! I didn’t ask you to follow me! Do you think I’m proud of this? I’ve got a brother who’s a sheepdog!” “A champion sheepdog,” said Carrot earnestly. Gaspode watched Angua’s expression. It was one you’d never get on a dog. “You mean that,” she said at last. “You actually mean that, don’t you . . . you really do. And if you’d met him it wouldn’t worry you, would it? To you everyone’s a person. I have to sleep in a dog basket seven nights a month and that doesn’t worry you, either, does it?” “No. You know it doesn’t.”
