I wonder what my dog dreams about. She follows me into my studio (a fancy term for the bedroom I have commandeered) and lays at my feet while I work (or play) on the computer. Soon, she falls asleep.

She is lovely company, quiet and undemanding when it’s just the two of us here in this peaceful space. I go into my head here, and she does the same. Her journey, however, is through her dreams.

I’m certain she dreams. She lets out little chuffing noises from time to time, and occasionally a paw will mime running. It’s as though she’s on a mission, perhaps chasing down a little rabbit that has dared to enter her yard.

I wonder what the world is like from her perspective. I recently read A Dog’s Purpose, and a while back I read The Art of Racing In the Rain, both wonderful books written from a dog’s point of view. I wonder how close the authors came to capturing the experiences of these dogs (and yes, I know these are works of fiction, but you know what I mean).

My dog is a sweet girl, and her presence in the room, while she dreams her doggy dreams, never fails to charm and calm me. I hope all of her dreams are as wonderful as she is.