"What?" Herself asks me.
In other words, what do I want or what am I thinking of?
I just know she's wondering to herself, what's going on in that dog's head.
Well ... I'll tell you ... some of it. Not all ... a girl should always be a little mysterious.
I think pretty much like you do. Even when I'm sleeping ... I'm dreaming ... and in color. Mostly I'm running after some four-legged creature ... or, if it's a nightmare, it's running after me. That's usually why I'm so tired in the morning and have to sleep in ... too much running around during the night.
As to daytime thoughts ... well in my house, which is Herself's house, when I'm not thinking of eating, or playing ... I think BIG thoughts.
Like ... what is Rocko, the Boston Terrier neighbor of mine, doing? I have to admit, I am fascinated with him. Don't know why. We're completely opposite. He's a rake, brawny and strong. I am delicate, sophisticated and a thinker. I don't think Rocko has deep thoughts ... ever. He's not concerned with the economy or global warming or emails saying it's all a big con, or the poll numbers of Barack or Sarah or Nancy. I just know he's not having those thoughts. He doesn't listen to 60's R&R, (although I must admit, sometimes I leave the room when Herself has that playing) Rocko probably listens to Jay Z (which would explain a lot).
I run down the hallway, like Rita Haywood flipping her air in "Gilda". He comes charging down the hallway like a mini-truck. We're completely different ... so why ... why? ... why am I still thinking about him?
Maybe that's what I'm mulling over when Herself looks at me and says "What???" "What's going on in that mind of yours?"
I'll wait for you by the door ... Christmas is coming ... I'm gonna lay here and think about that.
