the can 🥫
How $DUGS was born
Once, he was just an ordinary stray — cold, hungry, wandering the back alleys of the city at night.
Then he found the can. A dented, glowing tin of something nobody could name. He was thirsty. He drank.
The next morning he woke up… different. Googly eyes that never blink. Fur that won't lie flat. A tongue with a mind of its own. And around his neck — out of nowhere — a solid gold chain.
He wasn't a stray anymore. He was $DUGS.
