The observer

Veronica Berenice

My family has had German shepherd for generations, a fascist legacy – in my opinion –  a truly unexpressed comedy. Apart from the political issues that I do not deal with, I find my current German shepherd’s fascinating attitude towards life as continuous lessons and a source of countless inspirations. 

The snobbery she has for humans – except in some specific situations – suddenly turns into a silent and almost imperceptible homicidal motion every time she meets a dog, a cat, a duck or any other animal smaller than her.

I notice her change by the way her nose stiffens, her ears stand up and her eyes light up. She doesn’t bark nor growl, she does almost nothing that one would expect when she decides to start ethnic cleansing

.… we can most certainly exercise our power over the world, we can most certainly try to get rid of it or succumb but each of these actions we perform, seen from above, are tender and frankly quite funny.

but each of the actions we perform, seen from above, are  tender and frankly quite funny.

Yes, it should be noted that, she does not cunningly seek confrontation with an equal – a scene that could generate a certain suspense – no, she prefers whatever is easy to eliminate, whatever is ought to inevitably bend to her will.

As for her victims, I have noticed in most cases with extreme suspicion, they do not fear her size at all. Neither do they quiver at her sharkish teeth or her deadly grip. Most of the time, with a certain amazement even from their own owners, they seem to want to slip out of their own free will into the jaws of my sweet beast. What an uncapable way to decipher evil when they encounter it!

Small dogs, however, are of another species that make me roar with laughter and usually escape the attention of my lovable creature. They are the ones who, not accepting the terrible fate in which they find themselves, are unable to see the leash that keeps my dog at bay.
They therefore begin to manifest their will of power by barking bewilderingly, growling, tugging their poor owners, who try to understand their dogs’ kamikaze will. And trying – amidst the horrified glances of bystanders – to pounce at my dog’s neck, who as always does not give any sign of interest until she is sure she can take them out with her deadly bite.

Finally, large dogs, normally on energy saving mode, are beyond my dog’s interest and by virtue – fall into the group of canines I genuinely respect the most.

Between us, I consider each of these abovementioned dogs necessary for a dog’s life, and joy arises every time I promptly control the situation in order to prevent imminent tragedies. 

But what I observe tells me that we can most certainly exercise our power over the world, we can most certainly try to get rid of it or succumb, but each of these actions we perform – seen from a above – are tender and frankly quite funny.

Even my dog’s murderous tension and, I will mention just out of pleasure, evil’s banality.

The director, carefree from her summer holidays,

Veronica Berenice