I had a dream last night that two dogs dressed in coats were standing at the gate when I got up in the morning. They were there waiting as though they knew and hoped I would come out.
Instead of waking up excited about meeting new dogs, all I could think about was the blue sweater and the purple cape they had on. I hate sweaters and capes. If Sandra got a look at dogs in jackets I’d be in for another winter of
“Try this on Ebba.”
Then Andreas would be all,
“Gads! Look at the price on that!”
And Sandra would revert to her clever creations made of old sweaters and blankets. My childhood is totally scared from her clothier experiments.