Two dogs in the neighbourhood barked interminably into the night. Let my mind whirl, thought the old man. By which he meant travel. The dog padded out through the kitchen door, tongue slapping round its mouth hairs. The temperature this evening being mild it drops its bum to the dirt in what the old bastard man called sit. Nights like all nights, alive. Sit, echoed in its dog mind. Thought the old man, if it has a mind. Almost cutting himself up short for of course it had a mind. Inanimate object mind? Now that’s another matter. Full or empty, he wondered. Tending to which? Back in the dog mind sit echoing fainter. Sniffing, sniffing, sniffing. Smell the locality. This particular evening nothing of importance to a dog mind. This dog. Old shit and all my own. Concrete courtyard surrounded by high wall, broken bottle glass decorates the edge, keep the bastards out the bastard of this house had barked. Dog sat bum down on the concrete shit dirt and still sniffing cocked and ear and listened. Bark, mid distance, end of street. Immediately launched into its own bark bark energetic bark. Into the night they tormented their throats together. Pausing, the one then the other. Launching then again into the same or similar spasams or is it rage or say passion. Shit, grunted the old man, irritated at this impediment to his nocturnal scraping the barrel of knowledge. To feel with one’s mind comes from what? They began again their desperate noise making. Whirl, travel in dog mind. The first bark immediately drew and held the attention of our concrete and shit bound dog. Focusing dog mind upon the distant presence of dog, say even evidence of more dog mind. Bark calls up rival bark. Hear it. Given the intelligence, two howl out in tune. I never heard it. Little did old Fuckface know how in the city of mosaics all dogs bark out in tunes. For now the sound of two dogs barking. What is the sound of two dogs barking? thought he as if it were some riddle. Together in opposition.