It was the middle of the night and I was in bed, sleeping. I was having a particularly strange dream in which Dennis and I were in the driveway knocking huge hairy spiders off the wall of the house. The spiders had been making evil looking tunnel webs and they were not adding to the aesthetic value of our home. So we were using long sticks to knock the spiders off and kill them. Suddenly, I felt a crawling movement on the back of my neck. The spiders had fallen down the back of my shirt and were tangled in my hair! I woke up screaming!!! Drenched in the sweat of pure terror, I turned around and there was Vino, on my pillow with his paws stretched out in my direction, paddy pawing at my hair.

Bastard!

Copyright © Britta Wilson
November 26, 2002