I have made no bones about missing my dogs Sym and Sox.
In fact, I may have bored you all rigid with my tales of their exploits over the last few weeks. There is more to tell, but I'm going to wait for a little while before renewing my trip down doggy memory lane.
Last night I had a dream.
It was a strange dream but it was very vivid and seemed very real. I remembered it all, which is very unusual as normally I only remember fragments that leave me sometimes frustrated, but mostly curious.
This dream took place in a grassy area, which I took to be the fields of Hailey Park where I often took the dogs for their walks.
I was surrounded by a wall of fog some twenty yards away from me in every direction.
I heard no sounds.
As I stood there, the fog began to swirl and two dark figures walked out of it into the clearing carrying something between them..
One, obviously male, was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. The other, obviously female, wore a dark waist length jacket, white blouse, dark gaucho-style trousers and black knee length boots.
Nothing particularly strange there, until I realised that both figures had dog's heads.
As they drew nearer I say that the male had the head of Sym and the female the head of Sox.
They stopped directly in front of me and I then saw that the object they carried was a babies carry-cot.
They put it on the ground and stepped forward and began to hug me and lick my face, all the time making 'wrowowow' and whining sounds.
As they made those sounds ... and this bit is weird ... white subtitles appeared before my eyes.
"We have missed you so much!" they said. "We are doing well and taking care of each other. And we've been watching you".
I told them how much I was missing them too and as I did so, the subtitles changed to series or written growls, yelps and barks.
They turned away from me and pick up the carry-cot indicating as they did so that I should look inside.
The Sym figure pulled back a small blue blanket and the Sox figure said "This is Leo".
I looked inside the carry-cot and saw a black, grey and white dappled puppy lying fast asleep on his back.
"He is going to be yours one day and you are to look after him as you looked after us" the Sox figure said.
When I asked when that would be, they just said "You will know when 'Leo' comes alone, but you won't have to wait very long."
With that they said their goodbye's, there were more hugs and lick, and the took the carry-cot with the sleeping Leo back into the fog.
I woke up just after 5am.
Everything was fresh in my mind and my face was wet.
I'm not a great believer in dreams as pre-cursors for coming events, and the wet face ... well, I sweat at nights ... but to be able to remember the entire dream? That is strange.
I know one day I will have another dog!
I think I know he'll be called Leo.
But will he resemble the puppy of my dream?
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