I’m not a dog. I’m a myth of such creature, and yet I’m as real as before I died.
I’m not just a dog. I’m wild, I’m dangerous, I bark a laugh like a human’s with the intent of a fox.
I’m not just a dog. I’m wild, I’m dangerous, I swim with my fins for fun and for blood.
I’m not a dog. I was one, once, long before I was anything; I’m not anymore.















