A Dog Named Ralph

I dreamt I was a graduate student moving into a huge painting studio with southern sky lights and a long couch. I was imagining I would roast from the sun pouring in, in the summer. Along with the couch the studio was filled up with books and paints and brushes and chaotic clutter everywhere and it came with a little black and white dog, a Jack Russell terrier named Ralph. Bill said I don't know about the dog. I said let's see how he gets along with Lily. I woke up to the sound of our leaking roof, water dripping into plastic buckets.