dreaming about dogs. raising lots of them. dogs jumping all around me as I bring out their water and food. i bring into the house one dog at a time to check them over and groom them and give them some individual attention. there is one dog that is older and remains inside with me at night. i live on a hillside with lots of land and no neighbors so close that they would be bothered by the barking. the dogs are all australian shepherds. the brilliant breed. there are several rescued ones waiting for homes. i do this in honor of my first dog, Coda, who changed me life in many ways, showing me more love than i deserve.
my dog pack is led by a crazy black and white aussie. he is large and strong. he is beautiful and his eyes control everything. i think they could control the weather is he cared about that.
but my favorite is the red merle. she is small and wiry. she jumps like my first dog, Coda. Up straight as if she is a direct descendant of tiger from pooh bear story. but mostly she is my favorite because of the way she looks at me, as if i am all she will ever need. she follows me, watches me, waits for my command, longs for my attention. she is a rescued dog with a background of God know what. but she is sweeter than maple syrup on snow, which she actually resembles visually in the winter, and i find i am at peace with her standing at my side.
that's my dream.
Friday, March 7, 2008
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