“I wonder if animal dreams are as bizarre as human dreams are,” Greg commented. “I can just picture Fido, snoring away, being baffled by surreal images of, say, a nice juicy bone that leaps out of a cake and swats him over the head. Or being in a panic, thinking ‘It’s the last day of obedience school and I haven’t studied!'”
Brigid laughed. “Oh, I’m sure. But remember, sometimes a nice juicy bone, is just a nice juicy bone.”
“Oh please,” he said with a sideways smirk. “Even I wouldn’t fall for that one!”
“Actually, the most surreal part for Fido is when he finds himself at a party in his underwear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!” Greg protested.
“That’s what makes it so surreal,” Brigid said.
Greg blinked and nodded. “True, I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
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