If I were more artistically inclined, I'd collect missing-dog posters from across the globe and combine them into one big mural that would be considered a profound statement on globalization and humanity's shared flaw of always losing fucking dogs all the time.
Except I'm not an asshole. I take down that poster, and maybe Mickey isn't found by some high school kid drinking soju in the woods.
I hope you find your toy poodle, Mr. and Mrs. Park.
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