I was walking a husky in a forest in winter. A bear suddenly came out of the forest and started chasing us. After running for a while, I said "eff this", and stopped to hide behind a tree. I told the husky, "You go look for a phone and call 999." The husky looked at me intelligently and ran off.
L has always said that he wanted to take me on a trip back to his beloved Toronto, especially in the winter. I have always demurred, especially the winter bit. This must be where it's all coming from. The loveliest thing though, is that I have a dog, a husky!