They were D. Mitchell (formerly Debbie Hinman), and Susan McWilliams (formerly Susan Goranson),
They arrived in separate cars (in both cases a 1985 vintage Ford Taurus Estate Car).
Once in my home they ignored me and left me to work alone at my desk.
In due course I told them that they would have to leave. They did so without complaint. As I escorted them to my front door Penne, my beloved former rescue rushed out of my house.
Penne and I walked down the street and greeted a woman who was walking a lovely black Labrador.
The woman complained about the noisy children in the home, but when I explained that they were not children but my "lady friends" Susan and Debbie she said "well that's O.K. then".
I said to Penne "Let's go in the car" (something she loved to do), "I need to get some wine".
Then I woke up. It was 10:00 p.m. I realised that it had all been a dream, and I became very sad.
This was because I miss my Penne so much. I've spent the whole day (rain, winds and all) thinking about her - a wonderful dog who brought me such joy. I've had teary eyes.
|Oh Penne. You were so good to me, and for me.|