It sees the truck and the urge to chase is overwhelming. It runs for miles, barking ceaselessly. The pursuit is pointless. Fruitless. Even if he could catch the truck, what would he do? Such quetions are irrelevant. The pursuit itself is the point. And in this solitary moment, his obsession is total. Mind, heart, body, and soul all singing in unison, in singular commitment to the chase.
And then, it ends.
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