I dreamed that Jessica and I took in a stray dog, his dog tags were from New Zealand. I called the guy as I was the only one who knew how to dial internationally, and he wanted to fly the dog back as cheaply as possible. I told him to come get him, as it would be too cold and dangerous for a dog to fly by himself in a plane's cargo hold (36 pet in-flight deaths in 2011; and Leo The Rabbit's water bottle froze when he was flown to Milwaukee from Montana). Anyway, then Jessica, the dog and me were playing with the cats.
I miss my imaginary New Zealand dog.

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