The dogs on the leash

Date: 11/19/2023

I’m walking down the Main Street in my hometown, homebound. I have 4 dogs on the leash, one is my Jassy, two are darker, male and female, very sweet, especially the female. Her name might be Samantha. She goes loosely and is very cheerful. Passing by Pinuccia’s square, we cross a couple of police officers. They have dogs too. For a split second I think the dogs will all get into a brawl, but that’s not the case. Samantha’s leash is too consumed and breaks, but she paces with the rest of us. Such a sweet dog! I get to a place, a spacious white room. The dogs know the place and immediately go to their beds. Uncle G. is there, wearing headphones and listening to music. He’s in a chair or recliner. I’m happy to see him and tell him “look what I brought you! All the dogs are here!!” and would love for him to per them and feel their love too. I hold a tiny modern light grey remote control and unintentionally press the round button on its back. That sets the round tray on the coffee table or desk to spin.