Here I am walking down the street with a target on my chest because my dog has a muzzle that says, 'this is a fierce vicious animal and you have to be afraid of this dog'.

I tried walking into a Target , but I missed.

He's been walking around all morning with his chest puffed out. Good for him.

Elizabeth's back at the red cross, and I'm walking the dog.

He came to see me, but nary a sign of a dog or a chest of drawers. He did not even ask me what I wanted for my birthday. So I bought some jewelry for myself. A necklace, earrings, and a matching ring, all for 50 marks. All very pretty, and I hope he likes it. If he doesn't, then he should choose something for me himself.

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die - it's a major offence.