We don’t have a moose size crate so since his arrival he has been sleeping in our room. Stubby hubs hunk, ever concerned for the feelings of our other dogs, thought it would only be fair to let Rudy and Charlie sleep there too. This means I wake up at 6 let them out and come back to bed if I can for another hour or so. This interrupted sleep has provided an environment for the most strange dreams.
Two nights ago I dreamt that stubs had rearranged the dinning room. Moving a second rug in and pushing the dinning table against the bathroom and basement doors. I found him outside drastically hacking back all of my flowering trees and shrubs. When I asked why he was making such strange and ugly changes to our home he told me to mind my own business. My response? Well you dress monochromatically. You…you…are…and UPS man. In the land of winkem and nod, there is no greater slam….apparently. Stubs seemed unfazed.
Last night I dreamt that I was having an affair with Miley Cyrus. I just had to look up how to spell her last name so this dream surprised me as much as anyone. We were hanging out in a room of people her age. I guess that makes me a cougar. One of her songs came on MTV. Do they even play music anymore? I turned to her, full of cheek, and asked, oh who is the new vixen. She said, I’ll show you.
It seems I am an interior decorating, crib robbing, horrible music listening, bad come-backer in my dreams. I guess this makes up for how cool I am when I’m awake.