Hmmm. I woke from my afternoon nap to the sound of the weed wacker outside the sliding door. My job is to guard the sliding door when napping midday, in the event someone comes in, I must greet them and WOW IS THAT EVER EXCITING! Upon waking in a pool of drool, I could vaguely remember this gigantic slab of rare beef; it must have been at least 2 feet long, 1 foot wide and 3 inches thick, a real beauty. It smelled wonderful and Dad had placed it in my food bowl for ME. I was so excited, I ran across the kitchen and was chowing down on this delicious piece of beef and then that darn weed whacker woke me, grrrrrrr.
So I conclude, yes, dogs do dream, some are darn good, and no, I didn’t really get that big beautiful piece of meat (some disappointing endings). But, after all, they are dreams and we need to dream and dream BIG because sometimes dreams do come true (I hope this one does).