I’ve been thinking, and if money wasn’t a problem, I would buy a house in brighton, and a house in reigate.
I would live between the two, I would learn how to drive and have a crappy old jeep. The ones with the roofs that are made of tarpaulin and have holes in and look like they belong in the army.
Then I would get two newfoundland puppies, a year apart from each other, and I would breed them. Then, for the rest of my life I would breed and train puppies, and set up a training school for puppies and I would be the happiest girl in the world
this is what happens to you when you begin life on a farm.
tl;dr: my life ambition is to be a crazy dog lady.