Dream

Yesterday I walked up to JC's house to watch the Sunday afternoon football games.

As I got comfortable on the couch and took a sip of wine, JC said: “I've got to tell you about the dream I had last night. I don't know what it means, but it sure was weird! I was right in the middle of disarming a nuclear weapon, there was security all around the area, and all of a sudden you came strolling up and casually asked, 'You wanna go see a movie?'”

At least I didn't sneak up behind him and pop a paper bag like the guy in the picture.

Just a Dream

The other night I was dreaming that I was still a little kid and in my bed at the ranch. I heard mom's voice saying, “Bobby, it's time to get up, you'll miss the school bus!” The bed felt so warm and comfortable, I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep. Then my dad's voice, “Wake up! Wake up! Grr, grr, woof, grrr!

I stuck my head out from under the blankets and there was Taz trying his best to wake me up.

Chewy's Dreams

Most of the entries I've made to this blog have been about our puppy, Taz. Since he's so active and full of energy, it's easy to forget about Chewy, our 14 year old Lhasa Apso.

In his old age Chewy is content to spend most of his time sleeping, barking in a falsetto voice with his stubby little legs twitching in his doggy dreams. I've often wondered what he dreams about so I made a few pictures of some possibilities.