I’ve had a a host of weird dreams lately. I don’t remember much about any of them, except last night, my dream involved my 11 year old Malinois, Turbo:

 

In my dream, I was desperately trying to hide Turbo, because the Police were trying to find her and take her to jail. I think I was trying to get her across the border to Canada, or something. Why in the world were the police after my dog? Well, she’d robbed several banks, and I’m pretty sure she’d injured or killed several people in the process. It was terrible.

 

…but at least it was the sort of terrible that you wake up from and laugh. It’s probably a sign that I should race this weekend and win some money.