Today I have given the Blog over to Heidi, our Miniature Dachshund:
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Heidi always great hunter.
So confident and self-assured in skills of death-making that Heidi never feel need to show off. Heidi no show-boater! Heidi hate show-boaters!
Cats biggest show-boaters in universe! Heidi not kidding, she really, really hate cats. So arrogant!!
Heidi lost train of thought.
Heidi hungry.
Hope meat for dinner.
Meat and meat fat.
Oh! Heidi hate cats! When cats get lucky and accidentally kill mouse, make big deal of it! Like they just won Olympic gold medal! Cats parade about with mouse in stupid mouth, and like big suck they are, put dead thing at feet of everyone in pack as if to say, “Look what great cat did!” No class at all. Make Heidi want to barf.
Heidi kill mouse the other day.
No big deal.
Heidi crunch-blood kill mouse, Heidi eat mouse.
Simple.
However, Heidi now have bad dreams.
Ghost mouse come to haunt Heidi in her sleep.
Dream #1
Heidi chasing ball. In the zone. Always know where ball is going, always get ball. Ears blowing in wind, smell of grass and leaves and dead things everywhere! Practically out of body experience! Perfect day! And then ball turns into mouse, only mouse the size of Boarder Collie, and then Heidi turn into ball and giant mouse chasing Heidi! Very scary.
Dream #2
Heidi on her blanket, but somehow not quite her blanket. Strange, but Heidi decide to burrow anyway, and once Heidi under weird blanket and starting to feel safe, realize she is inside giant mouse and can’t get out!! Heidi wake up barking, feel off all day until hear kibble hit bowl. Always hits the reset button, that.
Dream #3
Heidi alone in long, green field. Feeling very contemplative, thinking of parents Heidi never knew, of all Heidi accomplished at 9, all she still hoped to accomplish, and then far away on the horizon see Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse waving at Heidi. And Heidi know that Mickey Mouse is death.
