What Dogs’ Dreams Are Really Made of

by Alfie Entlebucher on July 11, 2012

Click the Pic to Find out the stuff little Dogs Dreams are Made of

Dreams.

I sometimes wonder what my humans dream of when they sleep.

I never see their legs kicking under the duvet, straining to catch that juicy rabbit running across a field.

and I never hear them barking excitedly at other humans they meet in their dreams.

They never turn their nose into the sunshine, just so they can dream of endless summer games of fetch.

They sometimes wake me, saying ‘its only a dream’

But I know better.

They must have very boring dreams indeed.

 

What do you dream of? *Waggy tail*

 

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Jen July 11, 2012 at 14:34

I wish my dreams were half as good as a dogs!

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Alfie Entlebucher July 12, 2012 at 20:00

Roooo if I were a human I’d be a little jealous too! *waggy tail*

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Bella July 11, 2012 at 21:28

Mud is my favourite dream

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Alfie Entlebucher July 12, 2012 at 20:00

Oh mud, that’s a brilliant dream to have! *Waggy tail*

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caren gittleman July 12, 2012 at 14:51

my favorite dreams are of Smart Bones!!!

I put my paw on the photo and nothing happened, was something supposed to happen?

Barks and licks and love, Dakota

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Alfie Entlebucher July 12, 2012 at 20:01

Roo all that happened when you put your paw on my photo is that you tickled my nose *waggy tail*. No funky effects I’m afraid, then human has just been silly and put text on my photo!

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Leslie July 13, 2012 at 01:07

Oh what a beautiful picture. I wish my dreams were as untroubled as Alfie’s.

Bella didn’t sleep deeply enough to dream for the first two years she lived with us. Whenever I hear her mumble and moan in her sleep now, it fills me with such comfort.

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Sage July 13, 2012 at 04:31

My twitchy leg dreams are always about chasing that cat or squirrel. I guess that’s why I’m always on the lookout on my walks!

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