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And a little further down the street we met this guy who seemed sad that he couldn't come closer to say.  There doesn't seem to be a single house without a dog.

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  1. We've been meeting quite a few dogs in London, despite the high density living. But here dogs are allowed to go practically everywhere - on public transport, in restaurants, even in the pub.

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    1. They are much more pet friendly like that in Melbourne too.

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  2. Mans best friend, we would be lost with out our two.

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    1. I have never had a dog. Used to have cats as a kid but they both give me hayfever these days so it is look don't touch.

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    1. It was a quiet friendly dog. Others bark their head off and then their owners bark at them.

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  4. Was the dog wanting to chase the cat who was wanting the chase the canary!

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