sleuth

I had a dream last night that I got mauled by a dog.

It was scary as shit.

The dog was a professional sleuth, it seems. It could find me no matter where I was, it was smart as hell, and it could jump like 15 feet.

We tried to psychoanalyze it to get its attacking-urges obliterated, but then I gave it some object that reminded him of his old ways... and it attacked me.

Woah!

But I'm glad I had the dream, to say the least.

Although right after I got up, I passed my dog and looked at him suspiciously...