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I DON'T HAVE A PHOTO OF DIXIE DREAMING |
Last night, my wife Holly asked if I'd heard Dixie howl. I hadn't; I'd been napping.
About an hour ago, I heard it: OOH-OOH. Dixie was probably dreaming of running in a field or playing with another dog.
You or I might talk in our sleep; Dixie, our fat, three-legged beagle, howls. It wasn't loud, but I definitely heard it.
If she was dreaming, I hope it was a good dream.
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