This is one of my all-time favorites. I first read this in my early 20's and have read it several times since. The cover blurb-The story of a dog who thinks he's a man...or a man who thinks he's a dog.
The story of the dog who thinks he's a man - or the man who thinks he's a dog.
He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define.
But he was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memeory clawing it's way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been - a man.
He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define.
But he was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memeory clawing it's way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been - a man.
