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LIRKA

My dog Lirka should be approximately 3 years old today. She was found a year and a half ago on a mountain in Serbia. She started visiting daily a holiday cottage of a very nice family in search of some food and when they figured out she was pregnant, they took good care of her whenever they could and they were there for her until she brought her puppies into this world. Afterwards, the puppies were adopted but she needed a stable, full-time home as well. No one really knew whether she was kicked-out of a home once the previous owner discovered she was carrying, or she was a stray dog all along.

Lirka is difficult to describe. She might have had a certain trauma. She is pretty cautious; I think that’s the word that describes her the best, but also myself in a way. She is both very cautious and very outgoing (if that’s possible) and that’s the very same description I got from one of my dearest friends – she said once: you walk in quite an insecure and quite a self-confident way at the same time.

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THE LOYAL DOG

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He is in his bathroom. He inspects his face in the mirror. He is beginning to believe that the visage does not hide too much information. It is just a horizon that the more forthright think they have crossed when they look at him. However, people usually get things wrong. His eyes have never been the thing that allows insight into his inner workings. When he hits his boiling point, his cheeks blush bright red, but his eyes remain calm in an attempt not to reveal anything. Maybe the cheeks are the mirror of mental states? The mouth definitely is. He cannot hide his crooked smile when he pretends to enjoy somebody’s company, in a situation he finds distressful. And there are plenty of those, everybody would agree. It is a smile that mostly resembles a rictus. Sometimes he gets scared that his face might stay that way, if he goes overboard with faking enjoyment.

Similarly, he cannot hide his doglike smile of delight when a person that excites him makes him laugh. He does not even have to like the person; he finds things that are not too familiar, nor beautiful sometimes, exciting. His lips spread over his canines, glinting in all their glory, when he hears something that excites him.

Anyway, who says dogs don’t smile? That is the only thing they do when they feel good.

And an important and good difference between people and dogs is that you are not likely to ever find a dog with a rictus grimace.

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