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Apr. 8th, 2011
Of Dogs and Fences
Apr. 8th, 2011 10:49 amI have a... well, to call it a recurring dream might be excessive; the details vary greatly each time. Call it a recurring theme. I am outside my home; there are quite a few people around. Sometimes some of them are relatives, but rarely all. There is something wrong with the backyard fence. It's bigger and more extensive than its waking-world equivalent, and parts of it are damaged - broken, fallen down, or missing altogether. I am scrambling around, trying to jury-rig repairs, but the equipment and tools are inadequate and insufficient.
I am worried that the dogs will get out, though none of them show any inclination to bolt. The dogs are numerous; my waking self doesn't recognize most of them, but all of them are mine. This morning's version featured a lanky bloodhound. I've never lived with a bloodhound; I'm not sure I've even seen one in the flesh.
I have no idea what, if anything, this means. (House-anxiety is not uncommon in my dreams; strangers doing things which affect the outside of my house, up to and including blocking the front door, frequently appear.)
I am worried that the dogs will get out, though none of them show any inclination to bolt. The dogs are numerous; my waking self doesn't recognize most of them, but all of them are mine. This morning's version featured a lanky bloodhound. I've never lived with a bloodhound; I'm not sure I've even seen one in the flesh.
I have no idea what, if anything, this means. (House-anxiety is not uncommon in my dreams; strangers doing things which affect the outside of my house, up to and including blocking the front door, frequently appear.)
A Dog of Upright Character
Apr. 8th, 2011 07:13 pmDogs are weird.
Gracie, of course, is hyperactive, but her maneuvers are generally pretty stereotyped: get up and dance, hop in lap, burrow under sheets, and so on. Buster is, sort of, more venturesome; for instance, he's the one who, finding his path to me on the couch blocked by another dog, will get up on the back of the couch and walk over to me that way. But what he's been doing today takes the cake.
Today, a couple of times, I misplaced the book I was reading, and was wandering around the house looking for it - scanning shelves, moving small piles of things about, like that. Buster was following me, and apparently became curious about what Daddy was doing.
You know that thing prairie dogs and meerkats do? Getting up on their haunches, torso vertical, forelegs tucked against the body, neck craned as they peer about? That's what he was doing - getting vertical and holding the position for a few seconds, not dancing like Gracie, trying to see what I was up to. On one of those occasions, I held out my hand to him, and he stood there long enough for several licks before sinking gracefully to the ground.
Dogs are weird.
Gracie, of course, is hyperactive, but her maneuvers are generally pretty stereotyped: get up and dance, hop in lap, burrow under sheets, and so on. Buster is, sort of, more venturesome; for instance, he's the one who, finding his path to me on the couch blocked by another dog, will get up on the back of the couch and walk over to me that way. But what he's been doing today takes the cake.
Today, a couple of times, I misplaced the book I was reading, and was wandering around the house looking for it - scanning shelves, moving small piles of things about, like that. Buster was following me, and apparently became curious about what Daddy was doing.
You know that thing prairie dogs and meerkats do? Getting up on their haunches, torso vertical, forelegs tucked against the body, neck craned as they peer about? That's what he was doing - getting vertical and holding the position for a few seconds, not dancing like Gracie, trying to see what I was up to. On one of those occasions, I held out my hand to him, and he stood there long enough for several licks before sinking gracefully to the ground.
Dogs are weird.
