Meow, Woof: Last night I dreamed a gazillion things in ususal form, but as Sophie my passive/aggressive siamese, loudly meowed at me for attention this morning, I'm reminded of one of the last dreams I had. Sophie had apparently got tangled up in a cat fight and her eye got sliced, this concerned me as having a defective feline wouldn't do at all. So I wondered if I could fix it somehow, patch it? super glue? Mostly I didn't wanna deal with a vet visit (the guilt). As I do with most things in life, I waited to see if it would get better on its own, sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn't. Anyhoo, the scene changes, I'm now downtown Seattle walking with a Black lab type doggie and an old friend who I let lied and cheated me years ago (hey, the neurotic have to have hobbies!). We are walking near the Seattle Center, near Johns Street where our appartment was, when all of the sudden, the dog starts to get lethargic and falls to the ground, I freak out and my so called friend stares like a retard in heat at the dog. I promptly give this dog mouth to um...doggie nose and mouth, and how the hell I knew to do that is beyond me. As I see the dogs lungs expand, It spaz's a bit and starts to come back to life and then I'm all freaked out because all I can think Of is Stephen KIng's "Pet Semetary" Yikes! Then I awake. Therapy is sounding better everyday...LOL!