It's like a vagrant hobo-dog or something. The pooch seems to have fallen on hard times, and yet is there not a spark of hope in its eyes? Perhaps it hath spied a dropped morsel, mayhap a wayward chunk of sandwich or a misplaced glob of ice cream, which has caused her to recall the good old days and be flooded with an invigorating if all-too-fleeting sense of purpose?
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