I was fifteen when I first came across this.  I was scandalized and intrigued.  It blew my mind to see anthropomorphic animals acting like real humans, in this case a dog on the outs with society.  The depiction of God is a riot.  Anthro cute bunnies were only supposed to decorate Easter cards, not watch over the sex fantasies of a shabby, lonely, probably unemployed dog.  I had never read something more brutally honest.  And then there is this: The Cute L'il Bearzy Wearzies In this story, the two bears, one divorced, buy shoes, get drunk, high, rebuked by a cop, use bad language and engage in sexual activity.  I thought they lived in a world that was wonderful, partly because of how adorable they were even as they misbehaved.  The influence of this on my life cannot be easily dismissed.  One of the reason these stories caught so much of my attention is because I grew up on a diet of talking animal...