My dogs are not really dogs; they represent underdogs - common man in fact (no offence intended) who you see all around: they are a ubiquitous species, and they are unavoidable too.
Here's an artist's study of their humdrum life, their struggle, anguish, and aspirations.
Franz Kafka had “hovering” dogs among them, but I have no such thing in this study of dogs.
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