It’s strange how it happened. One day I was casually browsing through videos on YouTube, wasting valuable hours of my life as usual, when I came across the image of a pug giving what looked like a Nazi salute. At the time I thought nothing of it. Just a harmless joke, I said to myself, possibly intended to send up the ludicrous herd-like mentality inherent in neo-fascism. But days later the image of the canine Nazi had not dislodged from my impressionable mind. Before long, I was ordering copies of Mein Kampf as gifts for friends and relatives, and cropping my moustache into a perfect square. My fate was sealed. I had succumbed to the power of the pug.