I dreamt I had a puppy in a box. It wasn't mine, I was looking after him. I was in line, at a lawyer's I think, I was surrounded by people, none of them with animals. The puppy was peeing, and I remembered I had forgotten to take him outside. He hadn't been outside since the day before, hours and hours ago. He was holding it in, trying to be good, feeling some sort of pain but working against it. Until his little body couldn't take it any longer. But I couldn't lose my place in line, I couldn't take the puppy out. I couldn't draw any attention to it at all. What would these people think?
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