A Dog From Dunwich

"Dear Mr Lovecraft, Thank you for submitting to us your manuscript of A Child's Garden Of Fungi From Yuggoth. We regret that our children's publishing department is unable to use it. Actually, we don't regret it at all."

Wilbur Whateley in The Dunwich Horror always haunted me a little. He was a nasty bit of work, but he had some excuse. Created and raised to carry out his grandfather's catastrophic plan, given a spectacularly unhuman nature he had to constantly hide, he was screwed around with pretty badly. (For a treatment of the story that fleshes him out a bit, listen to the Nineteen Nocturne Boulevard dramatisation.)

Geisel is my take on him, an early animal test run by Grandpa Whateley, but wiser and luckier than Wilbur; he was smart enough to see a life beyond the wizard's plans for him. Now he lives quietly somewhere, using his Yog-Suthothian powers for his own benign purposes (mainly, chatting on the aethernet with friends in eldritch places). He's a Wilbur who got away.