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This mangy dog limps out of the desert into the oldwestern town. He limps down main street and heads right for the town cantina. He hobbles into the cantina and makes his way to the bar. With extreme effort he hops up onto a stool. The bartender walks down the length of the bar to the dog and asks, "What can I do for you?" The dog replies, "I'm a lookin for the man that shot my paw."
