(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
"Usually, I like reaching that kind of conclusion before the spitting even happens." It didn't work as a larger philosophy, was pretty judgmental really but Clint thought that at least the alpaca was a sure bet.
Anael smiled, bright and clearly amused. "Wise man. What sort of dogs, then?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and stepping in that direction to see if the man wanted to move away from the alpaca, and keep exploring the show.
"The ones here? I always liked the working breeds best. I got a retriever mix back home and he's the luckiest dog I've ever met," he said with a smile. Luckier than Clint himself, that was for sure. Probably smarter too.
"Lucky, usually. Or Pizza Dog. Depends on the day." He preferred Lucky; his friends often went with Pizza Dog. It was a moot point when the dog answered to both.
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