It will be on a Sunday.

It will be in a magnificent, futuristic mansion where very friendly pets dwell and coexist with human beings; dogs and selected breeds of dogs, giving joy to the lives of their human neighbours. This will be very obvious from the exterior and interior presence of this magnanimous residence.

I will be on my way into the living room. All my siblings will be altogether or in different excellent parts of this celestial abode; my sisters with their ladies will be chatting, ladying around somewhere; my brothers taking aim with the fully automated guns in one of the sports centres within this paradise; the queen of my kingdom will be most definitely getting pissed with the many different, naughty and overwhelming stubborn displays from my dogs – my favourite sport; my parents will be upstairs looking down on Joel Salvation as he walks into the royal living room.

The satisfactory smile on my mother’s face about to turn to a friend frown because my over 16 dogs just appeared with me into the living room; yes oh! My mother has always had a problem with my soft spot for dogs and would always caution.

What can I do? What can’t I do? Why should those lovely and most friendly companions of man be with any lesser care?

As this picture I just painted in the minds of you my readers play into a video depending on the level of your imaginative capacity, remember that this future event will happen on a Sunday in Joel Salvation’s hood. Did I forget to mention? There will always be friendly friends around both in the background and foreground. Bless up.