In a dream, a man asked me if I wanted to adopt a Le Tigger (idk, it's a dream) puppy. "Of course," I said. He led me into this dog pen and a little white dog was laying there, barely alive. It had pink colored eyes. She had fleas, I saw them jumping on my clothes. I took her into a public bathroom and gave her a bath. The ladies in there were smiling, as if they knew another dog was going to have a good life. The dog bit me from the shock of the water on its back.
Her bite didn't hurt me but I understood why she did it.
After she was flea-free, I took her and dried her with a million paper towels. It would have to do. I wrapped her around some dry ones and carried her to the bus stop. I named her Vincent. Vincent and I rode the bus to her new home. I woke up. Darn.