I spend lots of time sleeping, which means I also spend lots of time dreaming. Usually I imagine I’m snatching a hot dog or a steak, but as soon as I’ve knocked it off the kitchen table I wake up. But today I had one of the most incredible dreams ever:
I was at the P-A-R-K with Alpha Dad. The grass was green and dewey, and I rolled in it for good measure. There were all sorts of dogs at the P-A-R-K, and I frolicked with some golden retrievers. When I glanced back for Alpha Dad (even in my dreams, I like to make sure that he hasn’t wandered off and gotten lost), he was deep in conversation with my friends’ Alpha Parents. I figured he could keep himself occupied for a while, so I started to trot up the hill… and that was when I saw her.
She was the most beautiful dog in the P-A-R-K. She was slender for a basset hound, with long tan ears that dangled gracefully to the ground. Her tail wagged a bit when she saw me, and I waddled toward her, thrilled and petrified all at once. She turned to look at me with her big brown eyes, and I couldn’t resist–I ran up and licked her.
Just then, her Alpha Mom called to her from across the P-A-R-K.
“Cassie! Cassie, come!”
Cassie! Ah, if only I could speak! Cassie, Cassie, Cassie is her name! My tail was wagging uncontrollably and I was drooling like crazy and then, to my horror, Cassie turned and glided obediently back to her Alpha Mom.
And then, of all the inconvenient moments to wake up, I was pulled back into reality. Brother Pooch was trying to give me a belly rub, but all I could think about was my stunning new acquaintance.