well maybe i should start here instead: a few years ago, about 6 months after we had to put Gus dog down, marty and i and family were willing to explore the idea of visiting the animal rescue league with the intent of bringing home a k9. we met some nice dogs, but the one dog that compelled us to fill out an application and place our name 4th on a waiting list was a big black mastiff puppy with a disposition that i knew was special, he had that thing that je ne sais quoi. so obviously "kobe" was a hot ticket and we witnessed the 1st folks on the waiting list have a meet and greet with "kobe" and their dog and it seemed like the dogs would be fast friends. we went home sans k9.
two or three mornings later marty and i are laying in bed sharing tales from dreamland and my dream involved being chased by a big black dog who could climb ladders and fences. i recall feeling exhilerated and scared running and staying just ahead of this dog when the dog says "you don't have to be afraid of me". i stopped and turned around and said "you can talk?" the dog replied "yes" and then asked me what my name was. I said "nicole, what's your name?" he said "Ace".
later that morning i'm at work and receive a phone call that "kobe" is available, the other homes didn't work out and are we still interested? i called my husband and said "Ace needs a ride home".
he fucking named himself.
so last night as i was drifting off to sleep, Ace came to me again in my dream. he stood in the hallway outside our bedroom and it was dark with a strange moonlight that allowed for my eyes to just make out shapes but not details. i could see that Ace was not alone, Gus was with him. Gus has been dead for three years. i knew in my dream that this was a bit grim reaper-like, and in the dream marty sat up in bed and shielded me from being taken and i awoke crying and saying i'm not ready.
needless to say, i'm a bit rattled today.
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He's a keeper!
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