Thousand: Four Hundred Seventy-Three

Once upon a time there was a dog. But is it even a dog? Check out the little wings that are shaking out from the dog’s shoulder blades. I didn’t see them at first, the same gray motley as the rest of the shaggy mess. Plus they were neatly folded against the body. There’s no bird hiding on the dog’s back, unless there’s a hollow it can plunge its whole body and head into. Dogasus? Or dog angel? The worlds are infested with angels! An angel wouldn’t shamble, stiff-hipped like that, though, would it? I see it has to prop