This story is about two dogs. I think one is male and the other is female. The male dog is called Two and the female dog is called Mirror. Maybe they knew each other when they were babies, when they were born. They are doing nothing much, but they're quite intelligent doing that! They're talking to each other. They're talking across, saying 'arf, arf, arf!' One says to the other, 'I only get Tuesday's off - I'm a seeing eye dog'. The other one, if he was smart enough, he'd be outside, waiting with a page in his hand for some man or woman to take him home. The dogs are driving the cars. They're stopped at a stop-light. They're not wearing any seat belts! I would keep him on a leash, because he seems more powerful, and I don't want him to hurt anybody!
Maybe one or the other died, I'm not sure. The male dog, Two, died. He was 108 when he died. He lived so long because he ate all the leftovers from the dinner. Never mind his fancy dog food! If one dog died, the other would be sad. He would be buried in a Pet Cemetery (which is a book!) in America (the only liberal people!). The lady dog would remember the male dog in a funeral speech. She'd say "Dog-gone-it!"