Lonely old dog lady.

I practically have a crystal ball. I am going to be one of those batty old ladies with a pack of dogs, well a couple at least. I’ll have no friends as no-one will want to visit my house as it stinks of dog. The only people I ever meet will be other dog owners and even then it will be a cursory “good morning” as we pass in the park. All my pension will be spent on toys and clothing for my dogs, oh and the occasional bottle of gin, “mother’s ruin” you know!