Strange Dreams
I had such an odd dream last night - I was checking out cats and dogs from a rescue home, but they had to come and live with me for a while. Though it wasn't my house at all but an amalgam of older homes and my Nana's carpet *yuk* And you chose them from the Tv screen then they were sent through this bizarre fax contraption, plopping out onto the carpet and going 'woof' or 'mew', which was really cute!
There was a beautiful white cat with faint ginger/gold markings called Emma and she was definitely going to stay - she didn't like the crunchies I had but I promised her fish crackers and then she was happy! And she was called Emma because of Jane Austen, so she was very happy that I liked her favourite author.
And dogs too - I'm really not a dog person - there was a mangy Chiuaua (how do you spell that? I don't care!) with a head scarf and a pink bandana round its neck - which it wouldn't let me remove. I'm standing there, hands on hips going 'but it looks so stupid!' and the dog is 'I don't care!' so it had to go.
But there was a cute scottie type dog, chocolate coloured called Shandy (which was the name of the chocolate-coloured scottie dog my Nana's friend had when I was very small) and he was giving me cuddles - proper, put your arms round someone's neck and hug them to death cuddles! And I declared 'Your name shall be Bruce the third!' and he was so happy and stayed with me.
( I should point out that Bruce was a toy dog I had as a child and I now have Bruce 2)
ok, yeah ... hmm ...
There was a beautiful white cat with faint ginger/gold markings called Emma and she was definitely going to stay - she didn't like the crunchies I had but I promised her fish crackers and then she was happy! And she was called Emma because of Jane Austen, so she was very happy that I liked her favourite author.
And dogs too - I'm really not a dog person - there was a mangy Chiuaua (how do you spell that? I don't care!) with a head scarf and a pink bandana round its neck - which it wouldn't let me remove. I'm standing there, hands on hips going 'but it looks so stupid!' and the dog is 'I don't care!' so it had to go.
But there was a cute scottie type dog, chocolate coloured called Shandy (which was the name of the chocolate-coloured scottie dog my Nana's friend had when I was very small) and he was giving me cuddles - proper, put your arms round someone's neck and hug them to death cuddles! And I declared 'Your name shall be Bruce the third!' and he was so happy and stayed with me.
( I should point out that Bruce was a toy dog I had as a child and I now have Bruce 2)
ok, yeah ... hmm ...