Faith the two-legged dog is really nifty, but I hope nobody tries to intentionally train their four-legged dog to walk upright. Yappy dogs are bad enough at anklebiting height. Having them walk at crotch height is a scary prospect.
I had a really weird dream last night. My university room turned out to be situated in a prison compound, and my roommate was an international jewel thief. We were going shopping in Leeds, she stole diamond encrusted tissue paper, and then a Jam-era Paul Weller chased us along the River Aire. We managed to escape after Paul sunk in the mud, then my roommate started coming onto me and insisted on sharing a bed, so I wrapped her bed in glittery clingfilm and nailed it to the ceiling.
The room clean out continues, and is making me feel ill. Finding an Ocean Colour Scene album is worrying, but it pales in comparison to finding a horrifying hermaphrodite incest manga called 'Super Taboo Extreme' that Creepy Goth Chris must have left at my house about three years ago. Does any sick soul on my friends list want this? Or a random crap CD? I'd feel embarrassed charging people.