Another busy 24 hours with time for musings in-between actions but not a lot else. So it struck me that now was as good a time as any to introduce the idea of the paradoxical dog.
My dog, to be exact. I would say she’s a bit of a paradox in a number of ways, but for present purposes I’m mostly concerned with her shape. Looking at the image above, you see a squat little barrel of a dog, all square and corners. Well, that’s what I see at any rate.
But when she is viewed from the side, an entirely different and unexpected shape emerges. Now we see a sleek and feline prowling shape. From the tip of the ears to the hind legs, is this the animal you would expect to see having experienced the head-on version?
I thought not. A paradox of a dog, you see.