We'll always have Paris!

My parents left for Paris earlier today. They left their dog with me. This dog is a fascinating creature. My mother phoned me last night to ask if I got any bread or if she needs to bring some, as Dog prefers his medication injected in a sandwhich (how I wish this wasn't true, but it is). I don't normally eat bread, but I promised I'd buy some especially for Dog. So I did. I also bought cheese, as I think he likes that aswell. Looking after Dog means I'll have to remember loads of things, like taking him for walks, although he can't actually walk that far. He also needs to be fed. In addition to his morning sandwhich he eats dogfood. I've got a bag in the kitchen now, appropriately with a picture of the Eiffel Tower, with all things dog-related. I do kind of like having Dog around though. It's just that I'm expecting him to die any second, so I'm sort of constantly looking to see if he's still breathing or what. I mean, like, he's too big to flush down the toilet if he dies, so I wouldn't really know what to do with him.