This is the mournful face of a golden retriever in the back of a Ford Explorer at the entrance to a dog-friendly park. Said park has hundreds of acres on which Mr. Gloomy Gus could have frolicked to his heart's delight.
Is that not the most pitiful face you have ever seen? I could plant corn in a furrow that deep.
Where are his people? Surely they didn't go walking in the park without the furry one.
In my dying moments, this face will flash before my eyes.
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