kendou 犬童

Heaven on the left, hell on the right. Having lived in heaven since it was a pup, kendou is very content with its life, and thankful not to have been born in the hell next door, where there are neither handsome men falling in love with handsome men nor magazines celebrating deep friendships between boys. As heaven’s guard dog, it never imagined it would get kicked down to the human world over something as minor as slacking off. Not that it minds staying in a human world where it can get its paws on more unspeakable picture books firsthand—but here, nobody hands out free food, and it has no intention of returning to its old trade of guarding the gate for ordinary folk. After much deliberation, it decided to become an evangelist for fine culture, using livestreaming—apparently all the rage in the human world—to share everything packed into its head with everyone, and so win over more kindred spirits and supporters. Here’s hoping the animal protection society doesn’t come to rehome it anytime soon. —A red-faced, anonymous member of the public who heard the sermonHeaven on the left, hell on the right. Having lived in heaven since it was a pup, kendou is very content with its life, and thankful not to have been born in the hell next door, where there are neither handsome men falling in love with handsome men nor magazines celebrating deep friendships between boys. As heaven’s guard dog, it never imagined it would get kicked down to the human world over something as minor as slacking off. Not that it minds staying in a human world where it can get its paws on more unspeakable picture books firsthand—but here, nobody hands out free food, and it has no intention of returning to its old trade of guarding the gate for ordinary folk. After much deliberation, it decided to become an evangelist for fine culture, using livestreaming—apparently all the rage in the human world—to share everything packed into its head with everyone, and so win over more kindred spirits and supporters. Here’s hoping the animal protection society doesn’t come to rehome it anytime soon. —A red-faced, anonymous member of the public who heard the sermon