Wednesday, July 28, 2021


When my dog sleeps in her bed of blue hydrangea, I imagine that she must be dreaming of clouds.

Endless miles of puffy blue mists through which she can run to her heart's content following, no doubt, the scents of quail and rabbit and cheeseburgers. 

I imagine that she is very happy indeed.

As for the flowers she's crushing, I'm not worried. I imagine that they are dreaming of being cuddled by a big red dog. 

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