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10:10 a.m. - 2008-05-24 I dreamed last night that my black dog kept biting my hand and that I would slap at his muzzle to reprimand him. His turn to aggression scared me, though, and I knew that he could easily kill me if he wanted to. Still, he guarded me and was always at my side or laying at my feet. He only bit me when my hand was within his reach. Despite his assignment to me, I did not feel protected at all. Meanwhile, I had mistakenly opened the front door, and I watched as my white dog leapt gracefully over a tall fence like a gazelle. And, she was gone. � � |