Sleeping next to your shaggy friend, you shift your hands and feet
back and forth, and make panting noises as you dream. Every few
minutes, you growl softly and nuzzle your friend's shaggy muzzle. In
your dream, you find yourself looking past a shaggy muzzle at the
other dog, but you aren't worried or even concerned about how things
look or feel for you. Everything feels right. You then hear a voice
calling out a name. "Hank. Here boy, here boy." You let out a happy
woof and trot over to where you hear the voice. You see a guy leaning
down over your shaggy head. The guy gives you a warm, reassuring
skritch between the ears. "Good boy, Hank. You hungry boy?" You woof a
yes and watch as your owner pours something into a bowl before you.You
lower your large shaggy head into the bowl and begin to wolf down its
contents, which happen to be a mix of both dry and moist dog food.
Then your shaggy packmate is besides you. He lets out a happy woof,
play bows and presses himself against your side. He wants to play! You
let out an excited woof and playfully but your shaggy head against
his. The two of you playfully bump into each other, making happy
noises that makes your owner chuckle with mirth. He walks away from
the two of you, and opens up the backdoor. "Monty. Hank. Want to go
outside and play?" You and Monty look at your owner and happily wag
your tails. You and Monty then trot past him and out into the
backyard.Soon you and Monty are playing with each other. Both of you
try to knock the other dog over. He succeeds at knocking you over, but
you manage to playfully nip at his underside as you roll away from
him. Barking and woofing happily, Monty tries to roll you over again
and mount you. Another voice from somewhere near the backdoor asks,
"What kind of dogs are they?" You wonder about that yourself as you
continue to play with Monty. But your owner's voice replies, "They are
South Russian Sheepdogs." "Really?" says the other voice. "Yep. These
are my dogs, Monty and Hank." You then sense Monty coming up behind
you again.The voices recede as you go back to playing with Monty. The
two of you run past the large, expansive family room window. You stop
and stare at your reflection. And sure enough, you see a large, shaggy
dog looking back at you. You know that you are looking at yourself.
You hurriedly wake up from your dream, and feel bemused. Next to you
is the sleeping form of your shaggy friend. You look at him and have
this feeling that if you were to check out his dog tags, you would
know that his name is Monty. You shake your head in order to snap
yourself out of your sleepy funk. And that is when you notice that
your clothing is missing. You look around the interior of the dog
house and then spy them wadded up into a corner. You sigh and blush.
You must have taken your clothes without knowing it. You look out the
doorway of the doghouse and see that dawn is still hours away. "I
definitely got to find my way back." But then sleep pulls your head
back down onto your friend's shaggy flank. You are unaware that you
have positioned your body similar to your friend's.