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This particular kind of dog hordes his toys
He is suspicious of the others and distinctly territorial
He is terrified and never relaxes
Barks at the neighbors, at the mailman, his own reflection
Kills any rodent or stray that wanders into the yard
Cowers at his own shadow
Is deeply troubled by declining birth rates and crime statistics
But nonetheless, is well-groomed and maintains a noble posture
He believes, strongly, that certain dogs are meant to lead
But never disobeys his master
He feels it is his duty to cure his sickening world
Dreams of his breed rising up and reclaiming their honor from exile
And while he chases cars, fetches the mail, and tears apart chew toys
He is preparing He is always preparing

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Every dog has its day