Bad dreams

My leg is sore; I obviously need pizza to help me recover.

Last night I dreamed that Tierce had chewed through his leash and got hit by a car. I was frantic, because I didn’t have my phone and didn’t know where it was and I had to choose between leaving him in the street and finding my phone so I could call Mischa to rush us to the vet.

Mischa thinks it’s because I was so frightened about Tierce’s leg yesterday.  He seems okay today; last night he was weight bearing more – his leg is still obviously sore, but I don’t think anything’s torn or broken or out-of-place.

Funny things our minds do to us.

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