Dogs have crappy eyesight, or so I'm told. I know I can sniff a piece of bacon a mile away, but if you drop it in front of me, I might walk on it. Recently I figured out that my eyes are better than I thought. You see the problem is that I have to look out the front door through this piece of cut class. Daddy ordered it trying to be high-falutin' and all Frenchy and that still got his butt laid off. Anyway when I look through this door, I see two (or more) of everything. So you see, it's not just me! Now I need to go look for my tail, I can't see it.
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