Dream Journal
I was with Lacey behind our apartment, and we were sitting on a log. Two puppies came from around the side of the building and were sniffing around the ground. I told Lacey that one was a chihuahua and the other was a miniature pinscher. They came closer, and I found out that the one I thought to be a miniature pinscher was in fact a miniature schnauzer, just like Lacey.
The schnauzer puppy wanted to come say hi to Lacey and me. It had a heck of a time getting up onto the log, but Lacey was not happy when it did. She was growling, and I had to hold onto her to keep her from biting the puppy. As long as I held her, she was ok with the puppy sniffing at her. In fact, she let down her guard long enough to almost like the puppy - as long as I held her, that is.
A man came from one of the apartment doors; I knew that he was the puppies’ owner. He asked what breed Lacey was, and I told him. He then asked her name. I mumbled it as I led her back towards our own apartment door. I wasn’t very comfortable talking to him.