Yesterday was an icey cold day in this part of Virginia and I was napping. A mix of rain and sleet, plus wind and a light coating of snow made sleeping midday pretty cozy.
And I was dreaming.
I dreamed about a little Beagle dog who was crying to enter my house.
She was out in all that frigid weather.
And she was walking right by my window, looking in.
I awoke with a gasp!
And in spite of anticipated pain in my BigFoot from radical fast movements, I quickly got to my feet and actually rushed to the nearest window.
No Beagle.
Was it real, that dream? Was there really a little dog out there begging for a permit to enter?
I was so sure it was real, I actually staggered from window to window peering out and hoping.
But, No Beagle.
Last night I saw once again my Dream Beagle, and this time I let the poor pup in.
I have wanted to adopt a dog for so long now that the dream became an entirely plausible reality.
They say, “Dreams are wish fulfilments.”
I am still checking all around the house for my Dream Beagle.
But a Mutt would be fine too.
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