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Last night I dreamed Spike had run away. He came back, and I held him because I was so glad and relieved; and then I realised that his ribs were all caved in and broken, and he was bleeding from his nose and mouth. That he'd dragged himself back to me to die in my arms.
I was lucky; for some reason it was one of those dreams where you KNOW it's a dream while you're dreaming it. I managed to wake myself up without that awful moment when you truly aren't certain whether it really happened. I still had to call him over for a cuddle but my heart had known all along that my brain was just fucking with it. Possibly the idea of Velcro Shark Dog actually running away was too unlikely to swallow; either way, I am damn grateful.
Then I load up my friendslist and find someone else with essentially the same dream about her dog. What the fuck, is it the phase of the moon or something? Incubi?
*hugs*
Squish's recall has become so much more reliable that I am allowing him some park romp time off his longleash, although I keep it on him till he's done with his independent pottering and sniffing and shown me clearly that he's in the Retrieve Zone. For a long time now, the longleash has been not really necessary for him; it's just that I only have one brain, two hands and two feet and I also have Spike. But Squish isn't built for ten-yard retrieves, he's a long-legged distance running dog and I've felt for a long time that it's not fair to keep denying him the chance to really open up. And he's been so damn good, and the joy just shines off him when I let him loose. I don't leave him loose very long because I'm still outnumbered and overdogged, but I can see it doing him good physically and emotionally. I am pleased.
I was lucky; for some reason it was one of those dreams where you KNOW it's a dream while you're dreaming it. I managed to wake myself up without that awful moment when you truly aren't certain whether it really happened. I still had to call him over for a cuddle but my heart had known all along that my brain was just fucking with it. Possibly the idea of Velcro Shark Dog actually running away was too unlikely to swallow; either way, I am damn grateful.
Then I load up my friendslist and find someone else with essentially the same dream about her dog. What the fuck, is it the phase of the moon or something? Incubi?
*hugs*
Squish's recall has become so much more reliable that I am allowing him some park romp time off his longleash, although I keep it on him till he's done with his independent pottering and sniffing and shown me clearly that he's in the Retrieve Zone. For a long time now, the longleash has been not really necessary for him; it's just that I only have one brain, two hands and two feet and I also have Spike. But Squish isn't built for ten-yard retrieves, he's a long-legged distance running dog and I've felt for a long time that it's not fair to keep denying him the chance to really open up. And he's been so damn good, and the joy just shines off him when I let him loose. I don't leave him loose very long because I'm still outnumbered and overdogged, but I can see it doing him good physically and emotionally. I am pleased.
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