Doggy Dreams

The other day, Radar was sleeping in one of his many usual places: between the sofa and the legs of the end table. I heard him shift a little and huff, so I glanced down to see if he was awake and getting up. He wasn't. He was dreaming, his back legs twitching for a minute or two, with the occasional twitch from his front legs.

Last night, my husband woke up around midnight and came out to the living room so as not to wake me up. Radar followed like a shadow, wanting to make sure he wasn't suddenly going to go for a walk alone, perhaps. When Radar saw my husband only intended to check his email, he went back to bed. A few minutes later, though, Radar whimpered. Thinking the door had somehow closed and Radar wanted to come out again, my husband got up to investigate.

No, Radar was back in bed, fast asleep. He was having a bad dream, whimpering and crying. I have no idea why this didn't wake me up, since his bed is next to my side, but it didn't. I wish I knew what his doggy dream was.