Sometimes Teshka treats me like a dog.

Well, who can blame her? I shed hair on the furniture, rub my nose in her crotch, and smell like a cheesy meatloaf.

Whenever I'm bad, I get punished. Normally that means a newspaper beating and getting tossed into the street.

For other times there is the special leather collar.

Lomé, Togo, June 2008.

Rolleiflex SL66, Fomapan 400.