My dog, Foxy - the turd factory - had a freaky experience the other evening that I am had pressed to understand, let alone figure out. We were sitting on the couch watching the news when he abruptly scrambled away from me and cowered at the other end of the sofa. He leaned as far from me as he could, eyes wide, ears pressed flat against his head
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