Drawn last authumn, based on a dream I had that I was part of a guardsmen troop (probably due I played way too much 40k related stuff) and was lead by a commissar, ending up he decided to charge head first into the enemy while the rest noped out. Then came the problem returning back without him, so I got the brilliant idea to dress up my sister's chihuahua-mix Little My in a commissar dress up (that somehow fit her and why I had a small dog sized one I don't know). And the camp bought it that she was the commissar when we returned. Thereafter Lord Commissar My was born. Dreams are weird.

För Kjesaren och Den Gyllende Vizsla.