I thought it was a two-headed dog but it was just two dogs. But then I saw that it was a two-headed dogs with eight legs and two torsos. It was hopelessly happy, running in the sun, not knowing of its crimes. It was just happy to be.
They say the only thing happier than a three-legged dog is a four-legged dog. I don't know what they would say about this. Maybe they wouldn't say anything at all. Find the owner. Ask him what the meaning of all this is. And he would say, I don't know, I just walk the things.
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