Conformism...

I gave in. In an effort to conform. I took Hanka's grandfathers pes for a walk. Little fuck. His name is Amor. He is a nice pes. He is also a stupid pes. He is devoted to his owner. The whole time we were on this walk, he wanted to go home to be with his owner. If I took him off his leash, he would run straight home. A crap shoot because he would run straight across a road and not look.

Speed bump. A good use for this kind of pes.

Pes means dog in Czech, if you didn't read 'The War Zone'.


The creation of this type of pes, in my eyes.