Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Today is 03.04.2011 and the truth is: that I met a lot of great dogs and cats - I had the honor: to catch them doing something: which: so disturbingly resembling the idea - during sophisticated speculation: offending: considering and decision to succumb to their nature. Now I often think about Ero: a German setter of my exwife father: who had a totally unusable name written in the pedigree: Adonis: or: Astarot: I don't know exactly: Anubias possible .. In the winter: and early in the spring - he was sometimes released from his stall: even out of the shooting plan: to the yard - because he didn't have much to dig and chew - and then he almost always managed to somehow slip away: either: through a hole in the fance: or he openen the gate with some dog spell - to get out and flee happily: flaring with mottled ears and cheeks. But the real applied magic came only: when the dog Adonis and I met outside on the street - actually not always: mostly we only looked at our eyes for a moment: he moved his tail unnoticed: I wrinkled my lips: that I shout something authoritatively: where have you been? you asshole! :or something: and mostly I did. He ran to me - he twisting happily a little guilty: and shooking with his whole brown ass - whereas: they cut off from his tail more than three quarters in childhood - he couldn't did otherwise. So I grabbed him by the skin on the side of his neck and took him home. But sometimes: especially when we met far from the house - I didn't say anything - I looked across the street: and I pretended not to see him: then he behaved in exactly the same way: did not react to the familiar human smell: he cantered freely: as if the prankster was aware: that he also gives me freedom - I don't have to deal with it too: we'll feign together: that we have never seen each other - and when we meet again - we will see: