I could hear it, the snarling struggle to live as deformed nostrils fought for each breath. A snarl of liquid flesh flapping about, then a mild grow. Such a process just for an intake of air. The weather was not too hot though it’s tongue dragged from it’s mouth. Drool and the essence of life leaving it with each and every desperate breathe. Four short legs barely carrying it’s barrel chested frame. Tied to a leash, as a human owner dragged it across the grass. Usually it was carried. Any walk over a short distance, simply too far. Too much. “Oh, isn’t he cute.” “I want one! So adorable.”...
















