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I dreamt we were staying in some sort of resort in the mountains with K and my parents–a motel made of wood, perhaps.  Anyway, the second floor balcony was open air and there were some doors up there that were apparently used by ghosts.  I noticed a wheel down below that somehow controlled water flow between the two levels, and when I turned it, water came down from upstairs (or went up to upstairs?  …or just changed somehow), and a black dog appeared.  It charged at us, and we felt lucky that we were able to kill it by hanging it on a piece of black molding as it attacked.  At that point, we realized that we probably shouldn’t stay at that lodge anymore…

I know that water is often symbolic of spiritual energies; I wonder how it is relevant here…

In the third dream, I was walking my old black Labrador, Natasha, and also the black mutt, Parker. It was nighttime, and we passed several interesting things on our way (home?). We heard a Rolling Stones concert in the background, and I regretted never going to see them, because I was introverted. We passed by some dorm rooms, and I knew there were girls who wanted to have sex, but I also knew they were probably diseased or something, so I had no interest in that. A long-distance running team ran by us as well.

We crossed a very dangerous traffic intersection, even though I had trouble understanding the walk/don’t walk signs. Nat looked tired, so I decided to give her a treat. It was caramel; I thought she might like it, but it surprised her, and she couldn’t eat it properly. It stuck to the roof of her mouth, and I had to pry it away. She did like the chocolate though! The fact that dogs aren’t supposed to eat chocolate either wasn’t an issue, or just didn’t occur to me. I thought it interesting that I could understand her barks as a kind of language, or even words…

[Creative commons photo credit at flikr: Black Lab]Unfortunately, Nat is no longer with us, though Parker is still around. Parker is a strange dog; maybe he has some wolf in him??? Anyway, Nat was a special dog, and I do miss her. Perhaps this dream has something to do with the fact that Grito was killed a few days ago? Perhaps the dream symbolized the companionship the dogs have shown as I passed those events in my life? Symbolism is not very forthcoming this morning…

Unfortunately, this post is not about a dream…

Grito has died. Grito was the chihuahua owned by M, the elderly Hawaiian lady who lives next door, and was fixture of sorts on our corner of the road. As on any beautiful afternoon, Grito was out in his front yard, leashed to the carport when he was attacked and killed by a Rotweiller that had escaped from a neighbor’s yard down the street. I heard the sound, as did several people in our neighborhood (except, fortunately(!), for M who must have been napping at the time). A few minutes later, the Rotweiller was caught by the owner, and Grito was returned to M for burial. Obviously, she was extremely upset. We had a little community meeting, and after tears, and soft words, the owner was extremely apologetic (in pidgin, which was rather interesting to hear), and promised to send the offending dog to the pound and purchase a new dog for M. Both the owner and M (and some of the other neighbors) are longtime residents, but we had never really talked very much to them. I hope our little huddle helped heal the emotional wounds caused by this event, but it is too bad that it was for this reason that we came together.

I could remark about Hawaiian leash laws, but the simple fact is that large and aggressive dogs are very common in the culture here (especially, of all things, pit bulls), and all pet owners have to be very aware. It is extremely sad when something like this happens, and I am truly thankful that no dog that I have ever loved had to go that way.

Grito was a good dog.