A
nice story about a mischievous young fella stealing a car and taking a
rollicking road trip—what’s not to like? Well, how about all the unnecessary
prejudice against Canines? Apparently, a dog is “a parasite . . . a sycophant .
. . . He will debase and violate his own dignity for your amusement.” It sounds
like Old Man Faulkner’s been at the moonshine again—which is neither very
dignified nor very amusing. No Pup-litzer for you, Billy Boy!
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