Rescuing Dogs

Yesterday  I saw a small black dog dodging traffic on Elk Grove Blvd. in rush hour. He made it safely to the side... while I watched. 

I also had a man reprimand me for having my dog off leash yesterday while on our walk.

I had a pretty pity party of a day (due to other things... not those) and went to bed crying.

Last night's dream was about dogs.

In the dream, the same little black dog was running around the street and another girl (long brown hair... could have been me, but I was watching from a distance) and my friend Cheryl (who works with dogs) caught him. As they were taking him away, through a city park (just grass) (Reminded me of the Curtis Park area in Sacramento) a box was dropped in the middle of the street. It was a large refrigerator size box taped with duct tape and it had holes punched in it. It had a dog in it; a big one. As they were about to get it open a van squealed around the corner and Cheryl and the other girl jumped back to the sidewalk. A man reached out of the open back of the van and pulled the box in. At the same time, he pushed a gray short haired large dog out of the van. The gray dog looked a little under fed and scared. As the van peeled away the girls took the gray dog and the small black dog to Cheryl's town house. (Really she has a house, but in the dream she lived in a small town house that also looked like it fit in the Curtis Park area... that era at least.) With both dogs inside Cheryl's roommate (the brown haired girl... not her real room mate) was sitting with her back up against the door and her feet on a wall making sure the door would not open. Cheryl was also sitting on the floor on the opposite wall.

It was like they were hiding out. 

On my walk yesterday my friend Carrie and I were talking about my pity party, self-condemnation, etc. The man had just walked by scolding me about my dog off leash and those type of things effect me more than they should. (On a side note... I've been to many countries, and America has THE worst dogs! Everywhere else they sit in shops, on the beach, free... And nice. Here, we chain 'em up, blah blah blah, and they get frustrated, and mean.) Carrie started to use dogs as an illustration for myself. Chained... we're frustrated, in bondage. My dog walks all zig-zaggy on a leash. He drags; he goes around you... He wants to be off. He does great off-leash (unless he spots a rabbit... then he chases it.) Anyway, my point is... I'm not sure if I was the brown haired girl in the dream... or one of the dogs... or just an on looker. But the dream definitely reminded me of being miss treated, and hiding from those that miss treat me. (not physically, mind you, but emotionally.)