Dog dream

Poem by my dog:

Last night I howled in my sleep,

I dreamt I ran in a forest deep,

Hot on the trail of a frantic deer,

A man ran next to me holding a spear.

I was no longer small, white, and frail,
I was six feet long from head to tail,
With seven-inch teeth, and terrible claws,
Not my normal fuzzy, white paws.
The moon was bright, the scent was clear,
My blood was up, my prey was near,
The deer stopped his running, his antlers caught in a bough,
The man brought back his hand, the time was now.
The spear sailed through the air, towards the deer’s head,
And I woke up in my little red bed.