| I got my last dog as a result of someone giving him up coz they'd had a baby. Now that's  fucked. "Oo, I've got a dog. Think I'll have a baby too. If they don't get along, I can always get rid of one of them. You know, the hairy one."
 Bastards.
 
 Although to be fair, I got seven years of fun 'n' frolics with my hairy little chum, Taylor, as a result of the twat who previously owned him, so I suppose I shouldn't complain.
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