Life lessons from dreaming dogs

IMG_2833The dog in her sleep quivered,
you would have thought she was dead
she looked so still –

some replayed scene imagined to make her believe she was somewhere else, living.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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6 Responses to Life lessons from dreaming dogs

  1. Lynn Love says:

    Always fascinated as to what they dream of. Dad always said ‘chasing rabbits’ when our dog did this, though a town dog born in a kennels … I doubt she’d ever seen a rabbit. Maybe squirrels, cats – the yappy chihauhau from the end of the road.
    Lovely stuff Bill

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      That’s the DNA of their race innit, chasing rabbits, squirrels — I thought the same myself, watching her limbs there quiver and her lip kind of jerk, how her breathing changes, really weird. They look corpse-like on the rug, how deep they sleep…perhaps something to consider, our sleep-dreams of life, of living elsewhere, memories or imagined rabbits.

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