I've been telling myself the next time I have a dream about dogs I want it to have friendly dogs with me patting them and having control over the situation. One in which I feel good about the dogs.
Last night I dreamt about my friend's dog, Max. Max is a lovely old rascal but she is getting quite old now. She is a bitza, medium size, slim and golden in colour.
Max has always been an assertive, active and playful dog who likes to bark. In my dream Max is quiet and lovable. We know Max is dying. I, in particular, am making a bit of a fuss about Max, patting her and sort of playing around with her.
She has this bed under the house. We are under my friend's carport but it has changed to the back of the house and on the opposite side of the house. Max comes and goes from her bed under the house. It seems her mum is giving her tablets to put her to sleep but they are taking a while to work. We check her out to see how she is. She's only a little sleepy yet.
I start crying about Max and my friend starts crying too. I start saying: You were such a good dog Max. You'd come to the gate and bark to let your mum know there was someone at the door and you'd bark at strangers. (She's been a good watchdog.)
Max didn't die in my dream. I knew her mum would have to keep giving her tablets to put her to sleep.
I was very happy to have this dream because I know my other dog dreams may be ending but in this dream I seem thankful and grateful that they came to me.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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