Thursday, April 13, 2017


I dreamed I found a male beagle lying down in the grass. The dog was skinny and dehydrated. I carried him in a flat open box and brought him to my beloved veterinarian, Dr. Peter Belinsky. "I looked at the dog's teeth but I wasn't sure if they were growing in or falling out," I said. Dr. Belinsky said, "Try to make him comfortable." That's when I knew the dog was dying. I brought him home to live with Lily and Bill and me.