Coach has a decent role in this one. Also, dogs.

Luke Parrott + dogs = strange times.

So I'm in some stupid sweet mansion, watching someone's dogs. I decide that I need to lock them in a certain room in the house, because... well, because I do. I'm also house sitting with some random girl. Don't know who she is, I can't see her face for some reason.

I get the dogs locked up in this room, put a gate in front of the door leading out of the room, and close the door. Everything seems fine. Then the st. bernard I'm watching decides to smash completely through the gate and the door. The pug that I'm watching follows right behind it. It squeezes under the gate (which didn't break, but the door did. That doesn't even make sense), and fires down the hallway.

I start panicking, because for some reason I need to keep these dogs in the room! As soon as I stand up, I see that I'm completely naked. Oh goody.

Running to the bathroom in the same room, I try to figure out what just happened. The dogs are gone. I was nude in the room with a girl I don't know, and can't see her face apparently. I look down and see a pair of cutoff jean shorts, dark blue wash. So happy at this point. I throw them on, and go out of the bathroom through another door into the hallway where the dogs went.

I run down the hall in my new shorts and try to find the dogs. Descending the staircase, I find myself in a livingroom with a piano and several couches. The big dog is under the piano, trying to hide from me. As I head towards it, Luke shows up out of nowhere with a fleece blanket over his head, screaming "MY BLANKET IS CLEAN!" He runs around the livingroom, up the stairs and disappears.

I wake up.