Doggie Nights

Last night, Shotgun fell off the bed. I heard a noise, but thought I saw him at the foot of the bed. Alas, he did fall off and when I realized it and picked him up to put him back on the bed, he wimpered some and it seemed like he was limping too. Awww, poor baby doggie.

Later that night, I dreamed someone went into my back yard, took my puppy and wrote in indelible ink on his belly! There were drawings and sentences on my poor puppy's belly. Everyone I questioned on it feigned ignorance.

When I got up, Shotgun was walking fine and, of course, had no writing on him. We've had our walk, and he's now vigorously squeeking a tiny dog toy.