I dream many a dream. I love to dream. I love to sit on the sofa besides Mother. Sometimes I cuddle up next to her, and lay my cute little head on her lap, and lol backwards to look at her with my sad brown eyes. Usually that’s when she’s trying to use a laptop, or a book, or something on her lap and then I’m just getting in the way.
Otherwise I lie on the opposite end of the sofa (or on the footstool if she’s sat on the armchair- I like to be close to her). Sometimes I’ll curl up into a normal shape, all adorable and cute. And sometimes I sleep on my back like a goofball and Mother wonders how on earth I can be comfortable.
Regardless of how I sleep, I regularly have good little dreams. Mother can tell when I’m dreaming, regardless of which room I’m in. She can hear me from upstairs in the night, she can hear me from theatre at work when I snooze in the kennel. She always knows. She says its because I make noise. I do not snore. Mother does sometimes. But I do not. Mother says I don’t snore too. She says the noise I make is an adorable little yip. She said adorable, not me. A soft little yip noise repeatedly. Then about three minutes after the yips start, I get momentum. My back legs go first, as I imagine the hare, or the squirrel, or the duck that I’m chasing. Then a couple minutes later, my front legs start to dance too. To end I always do a little stretch out (you should always stretch before and after work-outs!).
Mother thinks it’s cute. But she say’s the best dream I ever had was the one that ended with me falling off the sofa (again, I fall off sofas a lot). I was dreaming away, probably about ducks, when my little paddling feet must have propelled me off the sofa and I landed with a thump. I woke up groggy, confused and with Mother laughing at me. Cruelty that it. She didn’t even help me up.
I think dog dreams are the best. Where we innocently chase our foe into bushes and rabbit holes. Sometimes though, when I dream I don’t show any outward sign. So you’d be thinking I’m not actively dreaming. But you’d be wrong. When I’m not dreaming of chasing ducks and critters, I’m dreaming of cuddles, and kisses, and warmth, and love. Because while running around is definitely a fun way to spend some time, the best time spent is with Mother and our family. And I don’t need to run or paddle or fall to dream of that.
What do you dream of?