Last night it was raining hard, and I wondered if my little pom would make it up the long flight of stairs at whose top landing I was waiting. We got inside, at last, and I got busy with stuff and don't recall what happened right then and there. I think I was at the range when I turned around and saw my dachshund feet up in the mop bucket, submerged under the heavy weight of a string mop.
Frantic, I pulled her out and started administering CPR. No response. I kept at it, praying she would come out of what could not have been more than a few minutes under. My heart leapt when she sputtered, came to and wagged her little tale. Joyful as I was at her revivification, I was thrown back against the wall when, right before my eyes, Clancy turned into a hedgehog ...
This is what I get for wondering what my dreams would turn into after viewing Inception. And sitting dogs. And being a janitor.
Based on a true dream. You can't make this stuff up. Really.
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