Dog Logic

Do I smell of dalmatian? Are these damned spots in my vision ever going to shrink? I should stop watering them with tears— putting my head out the window as we drive & facing into the wind. Surely at this speed I should be seeing stripes? But no, these little blanks are everywhere I look & sharply delineated, like a stray cat slinking in to drink milk: lapidary. Impossible to catch.