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An ongoing conversation with Hardi.
Susan:" Can we get another dog....?
Hardi: "Sure. Which one is leaving?"
Susan: "So lemme get this straight. Your policy is, no more than 2 dogs. If I want to add a dog, how many cats have to go? Which lap-warmer-- Atticus or Isis? And BTW, when was it you were going to make Isis the basement cat like you planned?"
Hardi: "If Sadie goes, you can get another dog. Cats don't count."
Susan: "OK, so if Faulkner goes, then I can get another dog?"
Hardi, really disturbed: "Faulkner is NOT replaceable!"

This, from the avowed "not a dog person," who swears that when he sees Faulkner his first thought is always, "There's that damn dog again-- another mouth to feed." The same dog who has been getting 4 times as much ear/belly-rubbing since Sadie (red-gold lab-golden mix rescue dog) came to the house, because she shows what a GREAT DOG Faulkner is, every minute she's here.

And because Faulkner IS a great dog (who Hardi adores). Faulkner even gets fan mail, and has been mentioned on the radio for his hockey-discernment skills! (He's been incredibly patient with Sadie.)


Last night I dreamed that a little dog named Enid (!?!?!?!) came to live with us. ENID???? She sure was cute-- yellow minidog, sort of a rat terrier/corgi mix but with a miniature bulldog face (ug-leee?). Smart too; highly telepathic. Cat-sized. Enid.... oh Enid..........

~Susan

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05 Feb 08 - 06:42 PM (#2254515)
Subject: RE: Aw, Can We Keep Him???
From: Liz the Squeak

I'd suggest laying off the cheese and altar wine before bed...

Enid ~ for heaven's sakes!!!

LTS

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05 Feb 08 - 07:17 PM (#2254545)
Subject: RE: Aw, Can We Keep Him???
From: WYSIWYG

I know. She CAME with that name, though. Maybe she is out there!

~S~

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05 Feb 08 - 07:56 PM (#2254596)
Subject: RE: Aw, Can We Keep Him???
From: Sorcha

ROF! I've had stranger things happen.....and ALL my cats have arrived with names.

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05 Feb 08 - 11:03 PM (#2254736)
Subject: RE: Aw, Can We Keep Him???
From: WYSIWYG

Eeeeenid..... Eeeeenid.....

It was SUCH a weird dream.

Enid came along the sidewalk to a house like the one where my sister lives in the city of Chicago, and I was outside waiting for something (I forget what). This dog had, instead of a tag on her collar, a teensy cellphone just like the one Hardi gave me. I was really glad it was just like mine, because even tho it was so small I knew where all the features were, even if the letters on the controls were too small to read. I thought I'd be able to auto-dial her owner on it, but the phone was prepaid, and its "juice" had all been used up so it was no good, and therefore the dog was "legally" abandoned. (???)

Later in the dream my sister co-opted the dog when I wasn't looking, and was wondering how she would walk her, because in the city the big dogs go to one dogpark and the little dogs have to go to a different one. (??? Not IRL) (She already has a biggish dog.)

I woke up before I could take the dog away from her!


Now, there WERE a number of things just before bedtime that I can relate to some of the elements in the dream, but the name-- Enid? Enid? NO idea where that came from.

Eeeenidddddd.......

~Susan

!!!???Enid???!!! Is that some subgenre of canid????

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07 Feb 08 - 09:23 AM (#2255876)
Subject: RE: Aw, Can We Keep Him???
From: WYSIWYG

Last night I dreamed that it was the next morning. I was about to leave the house on a busy day, only to find an Asian lady in my kitchen who had come to clean. (We do not have a cleaning lady.)

It took several minutes to get that straight. Then I went to the laundry room she'd entered through, to get Faulkner who sleeps there now, to put him out safely in the dog run so he would not pull one of his great escapes. I didn't want him to get run over on our road. But it turned out she'd already let him escape.

In a panic, I continued on out to the back porch to see if he was there, because sometimes (IRL) he doesn't know he's actually loose right away. I saw him sniffing around on the ground, as I looked through the the bushes. So I started talking to him to keep him nearby, as I went off the back steps onto the ground to circle around to where he was.

As I went down and around, I began to realize that Faulkner is not that color, nor is he shaped like that, nor is he that small.

It was Enid, of course. She didn't know where Faulkner was. She was too busy to come in just then, herself.

I was so worried about Faulkner that it woke me up.

~Susan