17 November 2010

I dreampt I was dogsitting a grey great dane and a long-hair yellow mut.  They had a habit of running at me and trying to bite my hands.  Every time, I said, "No!" and reminded myself to stand my ground, not run.  Finally I let them just bite my hands--and when they chewed and chewed, it didn't even hurt that much!  It never broke the skin.  And after that they seemed harmless.  Loving, even.

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