The Main Chance

Whenever I go into the kitchen, one or both dogs follow me, in hopes of getting treats - hopes I often fulfill.

This morning, after filling the dog bowls with food and water, I made myself a cup of coffee. As I was drinking it, Gracie was dancing around my feet, waiting for me to give her a treat. Buster was also watching me - from the other end of the kitchen, where the food bowls are. Watching me, but also chowing down.... He's not one to abandon what's at hand for the possibility of something better, I guess.

Pet Dreams

I have the strangest dreams when I take afternoon naps.

I often dream about my dogs - past, present, or imaginary. Today's dream featured Ben and Murphy. Dream-me also, apparently, had several cats, and at least two ferrets. One of the ferrets seemed to be bleeding, but the light wasn't good and I couldn't be sure. Murphy kept trying to sniff and lick him, but I wasn't sure Murphy hadn't bitten him in the first place, so I kept having to fend him off.

Why ferrets? I've never had ferrets, nor wanted to. Gerbils I could understand....

:is puzzled: