Jake here: Mom has finally come back to her senses after the emotions of last week. Or at least I think that's what she came back to.
Listen to this. She's a dreamer. Every morning she tries to explain to Dogdad all the places she went over night in her dreams and the many challenges she overcame. Dogdad rarely dreams -- or at least doesn't remember any dreams -- so it's hard for him to identify. Consequently, often she'll turn to me and say, "Jakey, you'll never guess what I dreamt last night." Usually, since it's not about me or my brother, I just bobble my head and ask "What about breakfast?"
But two nights ago, Mom had a dream that involved me -- and it was really cool.
You may not remember this from previous posts -- but at a very early age -- perhaps 5 months, when I was being crate trained and had already learned my manners -- I figured out how to unlock the crate door and get out. Mom recalls it vividly because she was sitting at her computer one afternoon and suddenly felt a cold wet nose on her leg. Mine. At first she thought she had not properly locked the crate when she had put me back in after our business walk. So she escorted me back to the crate and made sure it was locked.
A few minutes later, she suddenly felt that same cold wet nose on her leg -- and hooray -- that was the end of my being crated.
So, here's the dream as Mom explained it to me. We were all up in the bedroom , with the door closed as it usually is at night. She woke up and found me sitting by the door wanting to go out. I gestured toward the door knob with my paw - and she realized I wanted to open it myself. So, she picked me up, put my paw on the door knob, and gently turned it with me. And I said, I said what any dog who suddenly learned how to turn a door knob and open the door would say:
OK, Mom, dream on!!!
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