I was taking a dog for a walk but without a leash. When another dog approached us, I lifted up ours in my arms and crossed a street. The dog berated me, saying "bad dog, bad dog" and "bad Prince of Hearts!" Apparently "Prince of Hearts" was my name as far at the dog was concerned. I told someone about this, but was more surprised by my new name than by the fact that the dog could talk.
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