I just had quite an amazing dream which at the time seemed completely believable and like I’d woken up and was continuing with the day as normal. Except, that is, for one crucial thing.
I’d been planning on taking the dogs out for walkies to the village and was putting on dog walking clothes when Genghis indicated that he desperately needed to go outside.
The dogs barreled around me as I walked through the house to the back door, and once released, charged down the steps into a wet, soggy backyard with rain gently infusing the air before suddenly fiercely slashing through the trees at a clear diagonal. Maybe a walk wouldn’t be happening after all. It’s always quite gloomy in the house and I have a tendency not to look out of windows because of the blinds so I felt disappointed as I stood on the deck watching Genghis race around the compost heap.
Quincy was snuffling around below me and then started acting quite peculiarly. His muzzle crashed and rolled into the mud and his body stretched out taut. He balled up, then repeated this action until astounding me by stretching out, picking himself up onto two legs and staggering a few steps.
At first he looked like he was just reaching for something, like when we make the boys be circus dogs in exchange for a cookie or two. Soon, however, it was clear that Quincy was determined to walk on two legs. It didn’t take him long to master and soon, satisfied with his gait, he teetered back up the stairs and over to me. But not before stooping to pick some leaves and arrange them around his ears in a form of headdress.
Genghis took no notice at all of these proceedings and continued on all fours to find places where he would stand on three.
Quincy, meanwhile, locked himself into the bathroom and shaved.