My dreams as of late have been so vivid and utterly different from the old dreams.  I fell into a restful sleep with the statement ‘name your tribe’ stuck in my head last night. Around 4 AM I am awake and thinking about that list.  I hear what I thought was a coyote just outside my door. He called once and I take it as affirmation.  My puppy is awoken by this and barks too.  As I continue to lay there peacefully I listen to see if coyote is rummaging I hear nothing.  I continue to lie still for many minutes.  My mind gets the better of me and I sit up and look out the window.  In the bright moonlit predawn I see an all too familiar silhouette of a pair of dog ears sitting patiently by my door.  Without hesitation I open my door and my neighbors two dogs (he lives about a mile away) run right in and jump on my bed.  These are spirit dogs I guess.  Both rescues from Havasupai.  Can’t sleep now.  

How are they getting out?  This never used to be an issue.  There keeper is only gone one night.  They smell of pine sap and seem tired from a night romping around the neighborhood.

They did the same thing on Monday, kinda.  I was at another neighbors house who lives several miles away in another direction. He also has a Supai rescue.  While I am there, I get a phone call from my closer neighbor asking if I was home.  The dogs had run off and he was thinking they might be at my place.  I told him I wasn’t at home but will let him know if I see them.  I finish my visit and drive home keeping a Keen eye out for the two mutts.  I didn’t see them.  When I got home, I call my friend to tell him they were not at my place nor did I see them.  He quickly informs me they just showed up at my other friends house, the one I just left.

Dogs right?

Gonna try and go back to sleep now but there isn’t a whole lot of room left in the bed 🤨

A little over 4 years ago, our white fluffy sm/med size almost 19yo Doogie dog passed at the vet. We were so heartbroken, he was such a big part of our lives and our children’s lives as they grew up. After he passed, about a day later, we, my husband and I, both experienced his presence in the form of panting. Haha. He was always a heavy breather type, just a hot dog type haha. We both heard him on separate occasions panting like he always did. It was such an amazing sign and a precious gift.

–Dan