Who Let the Dogs Out? Who? ...Who? ...Who? Who? 🐕 🐕

Date: 6/3/2020

I had met some friends at my old house (which was now their new house!) Karl was in the front garden, doing some gardening. “How was work?” I asked. (We work together) “Pretty shit!” He replied. I followed him inside and this massive lassie dog pounced on me. He was so soft. I cuddled right into his fur but as I did so, I heard the dog mutter something under his breath. “I must be hearing things!” I thought. But then I heard it again. Louder this time. I witnessed the dog’s lips move as he said “Don’t inhale too deep, I smell like piss!” I was taken aback. A talking dog?! I was about to tell Karl, but I thought I’d better not. He’d only think that I had lost my mind. Laura (Karl’s fiancé) walked through the door with 3 huge pizza boxes stacked in her arms. “Here, this is your one!” She said, passing over a Dominos box. “Oh, you should have!” I said. “No, no! You’re always doing stuff for me.” She replied. I asked if she had any spare garlic dip going (I bloody love a garlic dip!) and Karl passed some over. As he did so, I noticed that he had pretty much tipped an entire bottle of ketchup over his pizza. Next scene; I was at some sort of fun raising event which was being hosted by a hybrid of Joan Collins and Amanda Holden. She was annoying as hell, whoever she was. She’d also had a lot of plastic surgery and up close looked like her face was melting. I was helping out behind the scenes, but noticed that my bottom teeth were really wobbly. My friend, Fran, then asked to inspect everyone’s teeth as part of a ‘fun’ game. I told her I’d sit this one out. “Oh, well you don’t brush your teeth then!” She laughed. I felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. Judging my resistance to open up my mouth and let everyone in. A short while later, I gazed into the mirror to inspect my teeth. One had popped out of its socket and I had to keep jabbing it back into the gum. I was mortified. Next scene; My husband and I were in bed sleeping when we were suddenly woken by a loud noise. My husband pointed across the room. “Can you hear that?” He whispered. I shrugged, still in a sleepy haze. Suddenly, a dog came running in (a jack Russell) and started yapping at us by the side of the bed. “What the fuck?” My husband said, jumping out of bed. But by the time he did so, the dog had disappeared (into thin air!) It was like the whole experience was a shared hallucination. Side note; It’s the anniversary of my dad’s death today (10 years gone) I like to think that the dog in my dream - the Jack Russell - was his beloved Tia (who has also passed over)