Ringo

Last night, as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep, I felt something jump on the bed. I was a little scared and I turned on the light and still nothing there. I assumed I must’ve jolted and make the bed jump.

I turned off the light and said some prayers, making sure there were no evil spirits around me.

I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke, I realized I had dreamt of Ringo. It was an odd dream, I was an observer at some sort of baseball tournament, but the rules were a bit different.

Dogs were allowed to play, and so were birds. Each round, play would be over if one of the dogs could snag a bird from the air, and that dog’s team would win that round. I watched as my Ringo zipped across the field and snagged a bird.

Gently he held his prize in his jaw until it was acknowledged that he had captured the bird and won the round.

Ringo came off the field, and play resumed for the next round. I saw him streak across the field again and capture another fowl!  Ringo was young and alive again, and I was so proud of him!

Without even waiting to see how the game ended, I snapped a picture of the score and went off to show people how proud I was of my dog!

It was like a combination of baseball and the golden snitch from Harry Potter.

I don’t know how he did it, but Ringo came home last night.