Dreams is funny mate. Do you not agree with me, gov? Last night, for instance, I was dreaming my family owned a large German Shepard dog. The dog was German, you could tell, because he talked with a broad Teutonic accent, was very impatient and arrogant and always left his towel on the sun lounger by the swimming pool in the mornings while at holiday. But I digress as I am wont to do, it is true. It was a lovely dog and very affectionate and, at least for the duration of this quirky dream, I loved it dearly. Oh and there was something about a man with a hair piece as well, the finer details of that sub plot elude me now in the harsh light of day. Never mind.
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