My dog’s lazy afternoon naps often melt into deep, sweet slumber. Quiet whimpers, muted yaps, and twitching paws signal the beginning of a dream. I wonder what she dreams of. Is she chasing a lizard on the pool deck? Is she preparing to go into battle with the curly dog next door? Or perhaps she is running full speed to greet a former beloved pack mate. I will never know the answers to those well-guarded secrets, but I love to watch her dream. 

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