I wake up to Kristina rubbing my head. Her hands massage my ears and she whispers, “Shhhh.” I open my eyes to darkness and feel my soft bed underneath my belly. My breathing is ragged and my legs are tired. This is is how I know I’ve been dreaming.
But what do dogs dream about?
This . . .
My friend Beans has a human who gives her cookies. All the time. On every walk. Who wouldn’t dream about that.
Now, I’m hungry, but there’s no way Kristina will feed me in the middle of the night. I know this, so I don’t even ask. She rubs my tummy until I fall back into a gentle sleep.