What Dreams May (Or May Not) Come

Hey all you dogs and dog lovers out there, this is Angel Zoom Smokey reporting for duty. I had such a strange day yesterday, I had one of those dreams that feels so real it takes a moment to realize that is was in fact a dream. The dream started with me sleeping, actually quite a common dream I have. I guess even in my sleep I'm sleepy. So, anyways, I get up and make my way over to this bar that just appeared out of nowhere. Everyone at the bar is wearing an old west getup. I start to laugh at the idiots till I realize that I am also wearing an old west outfit myself. The outfit was even complete with cowboy 'booties.' I walk over to the bartender and order a shot of whisky (or two, or three, or more...honestly, it is hard to keep track). Anyways, I look over and see Jeff (the Fster) playing poker with a bunch of other people. So...I walk over and I join the Fster and we begin to play poker. Given time, all the other players folded and left. Me and Jeff were the last two players at the table. Then, the unthinkable happened. That giant troll had the nerve to say I was cheating! How could he tell by my hand? I had five aces, he had two, I didn't see a problem with it but apparently that sore loser Jeff did. I flipped over the table and pulled out my six shooter and pistol whipped that little fink.
Well...I guess this little diary entry was pretty pointless. Oh well. I will talk to you other dogs later. Take care.

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Angel Zoom Smokey (The one and only sleeping guard dog)

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