The good thing about saving for the sake of buying a dog is that, every time you take your eyes off the prize and are thinking about spending some money on, um, the trainers with the pink velcro bits for instance, there are dogs all around to remind you what you're really after. On the metro yesterday, a woman sat down with a very wet-looking (well, I presume it was actually wet (I'm not aware of a fashion for using 'wet-look' gel on dogs yet), scruffy, curly-haired black dog. It was exactly the kind of big-eyed, tilted head dog that makes me want one. I gave the owner a 'what a lovely dog!' smile and she proudly beamed back. She beamed back little knowing that I was thinking 'what a lovely dog! If I punched you I could snatch it and it would be mine for ever!'
The dog was wearing a very natty pink lead which has lead to me looking at web pages for dog accessories. Promise to my future dog: although it will be an unbearable struggle, I will not dress you as another species. Well, probably not.
Last week at work, one of the consultants came across me checking out the Battersea Dogs Home website. "Could I possibly drag you away from your canine porn to talk to you about one of your patients?"
("No, get lost.")
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The only dog my family ever had was called Len. He found us, he jumped over our wall and no one wanted him at the police station so we kept him. He was a lovely happy dog and made anyone near him smile. He also liked to lie on his back proudly displaying his caock and balls.
7 years after he has died I still occasionally wonder why he doesn't bark when I knock on my parents door.
Dogs, they'll break your heart if you're not carefull.
Yeah but, a dog, dressed as a cow!! Hahaha! Brilliant. I should have that job - y'know - designing dog costumes. What a titter i'd have with all the other dog costume designers...
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