Friday, July 25, 2014

Fractured Fryday Hairy Tales ....

 
As you know, mom has been in and out and out and about taking care of some impawtant family business.  There's been suitcases, which you may recall make me VERY UNHAPPY.  Like, pee in the house to let you know how I feel about it unhappy.  But, I digress.  And, there's been some daily schedule changes. 
 
All of this changing lately has led to me having stress dreams.  Anybody else know what I am talking about?  Mom says her stress dream is that she can't find her college classroom in time for class, or goes to the wrong class on the wrong day.  Some people (ahem, Dad) might say if she'd been paying more attention when she actually was there she probably would not have this dream and also that it is very telling that she does not dream about not being able to find the party in the fraternity house. But, I digress again.
 
My stress dream is about boxes.  Unless I smell treats inside, boxes freak me out.  Especially big piles of boxes, which are the ones I tend to dream about.  It makes me think we might be moving = change = not my thing.  NOT. MY. THING.
 
 
In my dream, I try to refocus on my Nonnie's fancy special pretty box.  I swear, the box is filled with golden dog bones.  GOLDEN BONES, puppers.  Oh, I can feel my paws uncurling and my tail winding down just thinking about my Nonnie's special box.  But alas, thinking of Nonnie's box does not always end the dream. 
 
Mom says two footers can control their dreams and make the outcome better if they can find their hands or their feet.  It's a control thing.  She would know about that.  My mom is a control freak.  Oops, better erase that. 
 
Um, yeah, thanks for that advice mom but I DON'T HAVE HANDS AND FEET.  Nor am I quite the control freak that you are. 
 
So, in my continued search for the ultimate scary dream cure, I started trying to open all the boxes that showed up in my dreams. At one point I came upon a box and could just feel that this last box was going to contain my answer.  And it did.   When I opened the box , I was startled to find .... MYSELF!!!!!
 
 
 
Sure enough, the quick end to my scary box dreams is to find the box with ME in it.  Go figure!
 
Wishing you good sleep tonight puppers.  Wishing you sweet dreams!
 
 
 
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15 comments:

  1. Scary dreams are not nice but glad you have found a way of dealing with your dreams of boxes Duncan. Have a fabulous Friday.
    Best wishes Molly

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  2. Duncan you are not looking happy in that box.
    Toodle pip!
    Bertie.
    PS Gail is still laughing about your Mom NOT dreaming about not being able to find the party in the fraternity house...

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  3. What a pawsome way to end your dream. You are so smart.
    Bentley

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  4. Duncan this Dream is GRRREAT... we loved the story.. and about the pee in the house thingy too. GOOD JOB BUDDY.

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  5. Hari OM
    Oh this was a wonderful tail to tell for the initial FFHT!!! Mind you it had me having 'daymares' cuz I just spent 87bazillion weeks getting moved and opening boxes... Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  6. BOL! A surprise ending! Thanks for pawticipating!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

    Pee Ess - My mom has the same dream, that once she finally finds the class there is a final for which she has NOT studied (since she didn't attend the class all semester).

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  7. What a great way to find yourself!! Wonderful story and I hope that your box dreams are all filled with wonderful things like you or those golden bones!

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  8. WHAT??!!! You found yourself? That is scary. (Now, we need to work out how to get into that box of golden bones.)

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  9. Oh Duncan, what a FABulous endin'!!! I was on the edge of my puter chair the whole way through!! I thinks I even spilled my margarita when I saw YOU were inside! I thinks that would be a FABulous surprise!!
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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  10. I fink I'd be more scared if I found myself in a box, BOL!

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  11. How great to find yourself Duncan!
    hugs
    Mr Bailey, Hazel & Greta

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  12. Crikey Duncan ..... you found YOURSELF!!!!! That's like magic, mate, aye?????

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  13. Happier dreams now that you know how to find yourself in a box. :)

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  14. That would be a scary dream. All we want in the box is treats!

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  15. I think you found the wonderfullest thing of all!
    You found yourself!
    love
    tweedles

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