It’s early in the morning and nobody is up but me. Heber the dog is over on his bed, dreaming. He’s not as active as some dogs, with all four legs going; with him it’s just the tips of his forepaws, twitching the way they would in a full run.
I always wonder where he’s running when he’s asleep. I wonder if he’s saving the day, chasing off bad guys, or if he’s catching food for his pack, or of he’s running away from soemthing. Maybe he’s just chasing a ball I threw, and we have a really big back yard in his dreams. I really don’t know. It’s just amusing to me that dogs dream at all.