Last night I wrote about DeO’jie; see my blog Pay Your Taxes. She's a pound hound from Winston-Salem who's let me hang with her for the past 12 years or so. Truth is, she’s been good therapy.
A few nights ago, she was asleep on the floor beside where I work. As often happens, little yelps escaped her mouth while she slept. Higher pitched “woofs” to warn some dream rabbit of her approach. She was having puppy dreams. I’ve always thought puppy dreams must be so beautiful and fun.
I laid on the floor beside her, scratched her ears a bit. I closed my eyes and hoped to share in her puppy dreams. It felt like stealing. Some things aren’t for humans. I scratched her ears some more. If heaven doesn’t allow pets, maybe pet heaven will allow people. I have treats!
Later that night as I drifted off to sleep, I hoped for my own puppy dreams.
Running, playing, free. 
Puppy dreams, so wonderful,
Fields, rabbits, the chase!
Peace, Y’all!
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