I had a dream last night about rescuing a pug from a puppy mill type of background.
I have to admit that I really remember very little of the dream (I think we were following the trail of migrating sea turtles together), apart from the following quote about my inbred pug which made me wish I'd thought of it while awake:
"I'm gonna call him Travis. It's short for Travesty of Canine Genetics."
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