The Distraction (as of now called Don because he doesn't like to be called a distraction and 'the D' sounds too dirty) was what you'd call 'that gay bestie who goes shopping with you to get your spirits up' this time. There's no better description for it, I think. Sorry, Don ;)
His chocolate lab has grown so much, she's two years old now and heavy as fuck. She's like a giant furry locomotive that bounds in your direction at full speed and expects you to be happy about it. Thank God the other one is just an old setter who doesn't care about anything but himself (stupid snob); I would've been squashed to death otherwise (nice, good snob).
Don was a sweetheart. We went for looong walks and we found a really cool second-hand-shop (actually it was a crossing between second-hand-shop and antique shop) with a huge collection of vinyl plates and a gigantic cupboard that looked a bit like the one from Narnia and then there was a whole corner dedicated to clothes from the 70s and 80s so I bought a bag from there but it's torn so I have to send it in for repair and I had loads of fun and I realise this sentence is really long and is ceasing to make sense but I had a great time and I regret that I couldn't say bye to Don before I left and say thanks again because really he's a great friend.
...And yeah, I'm only saying this because I know you'll be reading this at some point, Pontre-Brat! :P
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