"It is always said that however many wonderful and happy years a dog lives, you know that one day — the die he dies — your dog will break your heart."

             — James Herriot

Unless one happens to be a billionaire oligarch, the world is becoming an increasingly hostile place.

Reactions to an unraveling of civility and common sense vary from joining cult-like reactionary movements, to donning frog costumes and taunting angry but bewildered ICE agents. 

For the majority of us, we just want to hunker down, mind our own business, and live our lives.

Ah, but in times like these, that is a luxury few can afford (see "billionaire oligarchs" above). A realization that can easily lead to despondency, despair, and desperate attempts to escape the madness. 

In the puzzling case of one Lennart Lovecraft Larsson, the answer is to leave the human race behind, to join a far more sensible and caring species: he decides to become a dog.

This is his story — or at least it is the first three chapters of his tail — er, tale. 

Enjoy.