postcards & dog

Date: 8/21/2019

I was addressing postcards, one to SJ who was my bestie in high school, and one to her eldest sister, although at the time I was thinking of the elder sister of a different friend. Someone brought me some returned mail, other postcards I'd sent and a small package, which had been undeliverable. There was some connection to Doctor Who, and the person who brought the items seemed to think I'd be very upset. I heard a noise like scratching and looked up. The little dog (from ghost dog dream) had run into the room and was painting and looking at me. He was wearing a red & blue jacket. I got up and patted him, and wondered where he'd been all the time when is thought he was dead.