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Sometimes I have strange doggie dreams.
Awhile back I had a whopper! I dreamed of a little birdie who had a broken wing (probably due to the crow incident in the backyard). Now this little blue bird happened to be quite clever about his predicament. With each passing day, he'd collect little bones here and there and create a makeshift wing. It wasn't too long after that the wing began working.
I awoke right when he took flight off of a high branch on the fig tree. The makeshift bone wing drooped a little more than the other wing, but the flap of wings was beautiful.
And so, M painted the image above.
Perhaps the story of the bionic bird Beauty I blogged about really embedded itself into my mind. Who knows.
Strange how my mind makes stories while I'm sleeping.
Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)
