by Raidmond Gaita (2002). This book should be for me – the author, a moral philosopher, goes gaga over dogs and he used to be an avid mountain climber. Lot’s of interesting anectotes concerning the canine (and the feline and the birdish) and the alpine (and his father) abound. The central theme of the book is how knowledge of our death makes us different from animals. He offers some strange opinions without further justifications (uconditional love has no application to animals). Overall, while a fine piece of writing on friendship with animals it is not cut from a single, intellectually convincing monolithic block.