This morning Jane said that having a dog is a dream come true.
“Does that make me a dream dog,” I asked?
“Yes,” she said, “I think it does.”
“But we are awake,” I said.
She took a sip of her coffee and said, “Hmmm. You’re right Cody. We are awake. So, maybe less like a dream, and more like waking up to possibilities I never even imagined.”
I wagged my tail and sat next to her. And then she told me that I’m the first dog she’s ever had who was all her very own. She was petting me the whole time and so I turned over so she could rub my belly.
She said she’s painted hundreds of dogs, which, she says, it kind of like falling in love every single time because she adores the animals she paints. Because of that, she thought she knew what it was like to love a pup. But really she had no idea at all.
And you know what? Jane’s my first real person who is all my own, too. So I know just what she means.
Then she said, “Let’s go get some breakfast,” which was music to my ears. And then we both went outside to get my dog bowl and to look at the sunrise.
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