Where is the dog?

Ice cream Dave and I have been immersing ourselves recently in the philosophy of language . There's a lot of stuff in it like: Smith says "A" to Jones; what does Smith mean by "A"? Can Smith successfully communicate "A" to Jones? And what does "meaning" itself mean? Tricky. Although Dave and I were both delighted to discover that philosopher Willard Van Orman Quine bases one of his theories on a thought experiment involving rabbits . Worry Anyway, in doing all our readings, Dave and I managed to get ourselves quite worried about whether we were actually understanding each other at all . I mentioned to Dave one afternoon that I was "particularly fond of vanilla ice cream, on a cone". But could we be confident that we really knew what each other meant? A worry indeed. Incidentally, that's Bernard above, demonstrating the Dog's preferred ice cream eating technique. Getting it all over your face and nos