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August 29, 2012
I am looking at the dog. He is lame, hobbled, a gimp, but he is still beautiful. His face is painted with the brushstrokes of a maligned breed that is a composite of many others. It is a striking face that can exude fear and wonder simultaneously.

The dog is never at peace. His neurological wiring cannot interface with his incomplete anatomy. The brain cannot unlearn the innate even as the body recreates strategies for movement and dogtalking. The new semaphores are ineffective with others of the species, thus he knows only fear and senses that something is always wrong.