In this dream, I was asked several times (understandably, I think), “You have 4 german shepherds?!” and I always responded, “Yes, but two of them are fosters!”
Well, this dream means nothing — we are not getting another dog, not even if they are fosters. Not right now, with one hyperthyroidal 19 yr-old cat and another feline who hid in the basement and howled for a month when Fritz first arrived. (And then, as only a cat can do, one day she simply sauntered into the living room and reclaimed her space. Now she either ignores Fritz or gives a hearty hisssss! when he walks by.)
But I did find it interesting that when I was catching up some blogospheric reading this morning, I saw that my new bloggy friend Cait at farmhouse stories has taken in a yellow wonder.
And what about you? Are you channeling your new canine situation my way?