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14 To the Dogs After Buster Times when the starting gate closes too fast and hard on my tale only prove me slow to the bone in trophy worlds of fetch and sic. I’d wager the trifecta, bet the unmuzzled bloodline, being a wheel-chaser at heart, cold bark at dawn, afraid at last to outrun the faux rabbit. I’ll see you backstretch. I’ll bite a bit. I’ll circle and circle until I feel it’s time to put down instinctively— late last days now counted in dog-years. ...

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