Dreams

It’s a Dog’s Life . . .

DOG: Play with me.

ME: Not now. I am tired.

DOG: Play with me!

ME: I can’t right now. Just settle down.

DOG: [Turns head away.] You don’t love me.

ME: Of course, I love you!

DOG: No you don’t. [Moves a little further away.]

ME: Yes, I do! Why would you say that.

DOG: [With a withering look designed to elicit guilt.] If you loved me you would play with me.

ME:  It’s two in the morning!

DOG: I am not sleepy!

ME: But I am.

DOG: So you love your precious dreams more than me.

ME: [Sigh.]