DOG
He had always loved animals.
And animals loved him too.
It was different with people... People can be complex.
And complexity... It can be almost evil; almost, but close enough.
If only he had a prettier face...
A softer voice...
A slimmer figure...
Living with the privilege of a pleasant appearance would have been different. Maybe. He’ll never know.
When she looked at him, it seemed as though she pitied him.
Still, she slept with him. No, that's exactly why she had sex with him!
And then a few seconds of orgasm.
An eternity of disgust. Nicotine and caffeine-tainted spit turned inward.
He would spit on himself.
Spit!
When she looked at the dog, she looked differently.
She loved him so much! Truly loved...
She loved the puppies even more, little dogs – smallness and innocence and animality... Double the happiness! Double the love!
She looked... He looked at her...
She left. As expected. They always leave.
He doesn't hold it against her; after all, he’s a person who should take care of himself.
Responsibility, rights... All of that. Different from animals.
Yes. She left.
Even she, who was supposed to stay.
They always leave...
One morning, he barked at the postman.
Then at the neighbor. Then at a beggar. At everyone.
Just barking and a shining tongue pushing out of his mouth.
Woof, woof, woof...
The same in the midday.
Even more in the afternoon.
One evening, he turned into a dog.
A puppy.
And everything was better. Prettier. Nicer. More fun!
Woof, woof, woof...
When they took him to the madhouse, he bared his teeth.
On them, the gleam of the wild...
Woof, woof... arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
(translated from Slovene with lil help of AI)
