Since Christmas night 2013, on special days, I would secretly, under the cover of darkness, decorate the neighbour's abandoned Labrador. Because of his injuries — and simply for existing — he deserved it. The owners never had a clue who was behind this secret crowning. To this day, they still wonder who gave such attention to their rotten plastic dog. Over time, I came to know him better, and both he and I weathered with the years. Over time, his eyes fell out. Mine too, from time to time.

2023, the bulky waste collection accidentally took the labrador away. What remains is his golden paw.

He was quite the chameleon: NAPrador, RAPrador, NECKrador...so many possible do(o)rs opened onto a Labraverse...