i love my dog
Had a CRAZY dream last night. My friend Danny was visiting for some reason, and he's a military man... sort of. Well, Scott let him read something of mine, like a diary, except that I don't keep a diary anymore - either way, there was this overwhelming feeling of betrayal and of being exposed. Blech. Then, for some reason, Danny had a gun, and he accidentally shot my dog. Ichabod got up on the bed, and laid there, wagging his tail and whimpering, and just bled all over the place. I kept running around, looking for something to wrap him up in so I could take him to the vet, but I kept tripping over things, and couldn't manage to get far enough to find something to carry him in.
Of course, when I woke up, I made Ichabod get into bed with me, and forced him to cuddle (he's not a cuddling dog). Now I miss him.
Also? It snowed in Oregon today. What the crap? Not so much here where I live, but up in the higher elevations. I was pelted in the face with quickly melting flakes on my ride in, and my toes were very very cold. It was spring two weeks ago, I is not impressed.
Of course, when I woke up, I made Ichabod get into bed with me, and forced him to cuddle (he's not a cuddling dog). Now I miss him.
Also? It snowed in Oregon today. What the crap? Not so much here where I live, but up in the higher elevations. I was pelted in the face with quickly melting flakes on my ride in, and my toes were very very cold. It was spring two weeks ago, I is not impressed.