Ray was dreaming. He must have the most vivid dreams. His front feet were really going and his snout was moving so he must have been burying a dream bone; probably a big beefy one. I always wonder if Ray can see in his dreams. When you're born blind and don't have any frame of reference how would you know? Maybe everything is just scent-related. Maybe he just dreams that he can run and run without running into anything, chasing the intense smells that get him all excited when we're out taking a walk. Sometimes Ray has nightmares where he's growling or whining. Sometimes all of his legs are going at once and I know he's running after something, but this was definitely a happy, bone-burying dream. I've seen him do it often enough to know the motions. I didn't disturb him.
Yesterday morning, I ran upstairs to get ready for work. When I came out of my room, there was Ray on the stair landing. He had come half way up the stairs and was laying there waiting. This is a good thing and a bad thing. Good for Ray for being brave and trying things out on his own. Bad for the cats whose domain is limited to the rooms upstairs and whose food is now in peril. Guess we'll be getting another baby gate if Ray decides to make it all the way to the top. I know it's just a matter of time.
|How did I get here?|
|More importantly, how do I get down?|