Saturday, January 19, 2013

I Dream of Dogs


          Whenever my memory grants me the privilege to remember a particular dream upon waking up, I grab my book about dreams soon after and try to search what my dream meant. The past moons have witnessed me dreaming of dogs. On several occasions, I even dreamt of Bambi, our ever loyal Basset Hound - now sniffing her way around in heaven for many years already. I have been wanting to get another dog after the last of our canine companions died on December of 2010 (the same month that my Dad died). Her name is Wimby, a maltese-spitz. I got her in year 2001 and named her Wimby, short for Wimbledon, since I got her around the time that the Wimbledon Tennis Championship was being held in London (June).

        One would initially think that my dog dreams are manifestations of my ardent desire to get another canine friend. But my book told me otherwise: