Camus

Camus

When I was young, we had a dog, a boxer. His name was Camus, named after the Cognac, not the author, but that is a different story.

Camus was a smart dog and he was very discerning as well. For example, he absolutely hated peas. From time to time, we’d put a few in his food, just to see what would happen.

Guess what?

Camus would find each and every pea, but he didn’t just leave them in his feeding bowl. No, he spat out each and every single one. All over the place.

A sign of contempt, I guess.

They say that boxers are strong-willed dogs. Well, Camus certainly did have a mind of his own.

Just like Camus, we shouldn’t accept everything put in front of us either.

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