This is the dog my dad told me to babysit while he’s out somewhere standing behind a horse and probably smelling like one too. It belongs to a friend of my dad, and it has shown more maturity than my dad usually does in this house. The dog is called Spud but I prefer to call him Woofimus Maximus because I think it sounds better than the name he actually has. I prefer cats though. I’ve always preferred cats over dogs, even though cats are homicidal balls of fur (that are able to choose whether the laws of science apply to them or not, and whose inner machinations may never be understood no matter how hard we try) hell-bent on the subjugation of humanity and any other sentient species that may exist within the universe.
I have forgotten what I dreamt about last night though.