Captain Jack Harkness stood at the bar on the tabing-dagat anywhere on Barcelona - the planet Barcelona. He put his cockteil glass on the desk. It was a strong stuff but tasty. He looked around. Pretty women and handsome men in bathsuits or naked, also alien a la colour were sunbathing, strolling around or chatting.
Near to him sat a grey-brown fured greateared dog with a long, fluffy tail, like a terrestian fox. It sat backside to him. An other dog, a typical Barcelona dog with no-nose came to it, sniffed and, after the foxtail dog snarled, went away.
Suddenly the sitting dog stood up. It went with...
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