I was in Turku going to some weird street fair/music festival. I saw my Aunt Ellen there, and she had a large shaggy brown dog that spoke English. The dog was Swedish but spoke with a great American accents. We hit it off pretty well and my Aunt offered to give me the dog. She (the dog) seemed to want to live with me instead of my Aunt so I took her home but told her I wouldn't be able to give her my full attention. She was fine with that, though when she leaned on me, her paws had long claws that dug into my arm.