From the depths of their existential angst, these profound pooches ask some of the most pertinent questions of their time. ‘What if I never find out who’s a good boy?’ ‘Is it better to have eaten something and thrown it up, and then eaten it again, than never to have eaten it at all?’ ‘What if the tail I’ve been chasing all these years is really chasing me?’ These are just a few of the philosophical questions plaguing these contemplative canines. Join them in their quest for the truth – can a soft toy cushion the harsh blow of reality? Is there a meaning to life, or is it all just about treats? Is the fleeting happiness that comes from playing with a ball worth the crushing disappointment when it’s taken away? You’ll never see life the same way again.

From the depths of their existential angst, these profound pooches ask some of the most pertinent questions of their time. ‘What if I never find out who’s a good boy?’ ‘Is it better to have eaten something and thrown it up, and then eaten it again, than never to have eaten it at all?’ ‘What if the tail I’ve been chasing all these years is really chasing me?’ These are just a few of the philosophical questions plaguing these contemplative canines. Join them in their quest for the truth – can a soft toy cushion the harsh blow of reality? Is there a meaning to life, or is it all just about treats? Is the fleeting happiness that comes from playing with a ball worth the crushing disappointment when it’s taken away? You’ll never see life the same way again.

From the depths of their existential angst, these profound pooches ask some of the most pertinent questions of their time. ‘What if I never find out who’s a good boy?’ ‘Is it better to have eaten something and thrown it up, and then eaten it again, than never to have eaten it at all?’ ‘What if the tail I’ve been chasing all these years is really chasing me?’ These are just a few of the philosophical questions plaguing these contemplative canines. Join them in their quest for the truth – can a soft toy cushion the harsh blow of reality? Is there a meaning to life, or is it all just about treats? Is the fleeting happiness that comes from playing with a ball worth the crushing disappointment when it’s taken away? You’ll never see life the same way again.