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The Eye 1 August 2010
There is nothing quite so discerning as the eye of a dog. It registers all with a mixture of curiosity, wariness and duty. Even late at night, when I have been motionless for the better part of an hour, I know the slightest movement--the scratch of a nose, the flex of a neck--will activate that shiny orb in the dark.

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