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On this page we see several dogs, of many colors, rushing out of bed in the morning. Those who might still see Go, Dogs, Go! as a children’s book with nothing to say might see how this scene seems to contradict my earlier interpretation of the books illustrations as a metaphor for race relations.

“Aha! If the book is using colorful dogs to portray racial division, then why are all these dogs, all of different shades, happily sharing a bed?”

This confusion is understandable, and to any anons I think this way, I’d like to draw your attention to the window above the bed. Notice how the curtains are pulled back in so that the window pane is unobstructed. If you look closer you may notice a big yellow dot behind the window. No, it’s not the discharge from an unseen piss jug, nor is it dorito fingerprints built up over the years; it’s the sun. Natural Light streaming into the room, unhindered and unabated. And though you might, the dogs are not running in terror. They’re excited. They don’t even notice the sun. Yes, these dogs are normies. But more than normies, they’re newborns. Newborns delivered into the mortal world at the dawn of the day (and their lives) by the sunbeams.