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Bad pet owner
I dreamt I got a bike and was riding around the courtyard of our apartment complex, like some little kid. Then, I realized I was kinda lonely, so I decided to get a pet. A dog, no less. I got it from my mother and I was gonna leave it tied to a rail outside. (I grew up with not-so-good dog owners and they weren't allowed in the house.) Anyway, I realized how shameful that would be, so I brought the dog up to my tiny apartment. We sat down and had a little talk. Oh yeah - did I not mention my dog was capable of speaking? 'Cause, he was. He also liked to lick. (Not a fan of the licking.)
So, once we were inside the apartment he transformed from this mangy-looking beast into the cutest puppy I've ever seen. It was like a cinderella story, instead of a slipper going on a foot, it was an apartment he could live in... He was trying to dig his little head into the carpet and I just kept looking at him going "awww". We discussed what he should and should not touch. And, then he opened up the fridge and made himself a little dinner. No lie. Okay, the dinner was premade - chicken salad or something, but he got it out and put it in a bowl for himself...
*** I've been really wanting to get a cat. That's gotta wait, though. I'd rather be living somewhere other than here when I do so.
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