I wanted him to be a different dog, but the fine ribbed cotton wouldn’t let me. The face bulges to suggest an arched head structure. The cotton frayed, splitting his chest opened.I stroke his back, tickled his neck. Boris reached up and smiled.



I wanted him to be a different dog, but the fine ribbed cotton wouldn’t let me. The face bulges to suggest an arched head structure. The cotton frayed, splitting his chest opened.I stroke his back, tickled his neck. Boris reached up and smiled.