I’m not sure what triggered it, but I had a dream about dogs last night. I went to the pet store and bought three dogs. I played with them by myself until Dan came home. He said, “cool dogs”, then I suggested that we walk them. He agreed and immediately let them out without their leashes–good thinking there Dream-Brother. I cornered the trio in someone’s yard, but they split up, tricky bastards. Head hanging, I returned home. The next morning I learned that the pound captured two of them and the third was still out, probably fighting for his life. It was definitely the evil pound from the movies. I knew it was time to take some action and save some lives, then I woke up.
Dogs also provided a laugh today during Linguistics. My TA was explaining how we associate words with images in our heads. My TA explained that she pictures her neighbor’s pet when she hears ‘dog’, “… because that’s my ideal dog right there. A Golden Retriever. A real doggy dog.” I laughed half a breath at full volume before I realized it was unintended.