She closed her eyes and began the dream.
A meadow of myriad greens waved to her, beckoning her to run in. In the middle, a bushy tailed squirrel paused to contemplate the nut in his mouth. She took off toward it. The cat always told her to have patience, to take her time, be sneakier.
The cat was a bitch.
The squirrel caught sight and smell of the charging mass and tore to and up the first tree he saw.
Why! Don't! You! Come! Down! barked the dog.
NothanksI'mjustfineuphere.
Fine!
She trotted back into the meadow, and a great itch started attacked her back. Her teeth couldn't quite reach, but just ahead was the perfect patch of dirt. Nothing beats the scratching power of your back on the dirt.
My dog is getting old. This is the start of what I imagine Doggy Heaven to be for her.
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