Excerpts
Hot Dog
How much my life has changed, and yet how unchanged it has remained at bottom! When I think back and recall the time when I was still a member of the canine community, sharing in all its preoccupations, a dog among dogs, I find on closer examination that from the very beginning I sensed some discrepancy, some little maladjustment, causing a slight feeling of discomfort which not even the most decorous public functions could eliminate; more, that sometimes, no, not sometimes, but very often, the mere look of some fellow dog of my own circle that I was fond of, the mere look of him, as if I had just caught it for the first time, would fill me with helpless embarrassment and fear, even with despair.
first few lines of “Investigations of a Dog” by Franz Kafka (translated by Willa and Edwin Muir)
Tags: franz kafka
I can’t even read that because of the goddamn cute dog above it. Such a deep desire to eat him.
I can’t even read that because of the goddamn cute dog above it. Such a deep desire to eat him.
Costumes and hotdog buns are only appropriate on dachshunds.
Also, I would like to eat this cutie too.
Costumes and hotdog buns are only appropriate on dachshunds.
Also, I would like to eat this cutie too.
this dog is way too cute, ryan. seriously. how can we pay attention to anything else but the dog?
this dog is way too cute, ryan. seriously. how can we pay attention to anything else but the dog?
puppy!
puppy!
i cant stop giggling
i cant stop giggling
Yep. Kafka’ll do that to ya.
Yep. Kafka’ll do that to ya.
what buns!
what buns!