I dreamed last night that my dad burst into the house carrying a little dog. He told me to grab my camera because he'd found an amazing photo opportunity. So I got my camera and then he shows me.
The dog was giving birth to Olaf the snowman.
On a stick. Olaf was on a stick.
There were actual puppies all around the dog. I asked dad if he knew if the dog was having puppies and he said that he didn't think so. I showed him the puppies and he seemed startled. They had been lying around the whole time and he hadn't even noticed them. I found a couple of them on the concrete floor where they'd fallen off the bed. One wasn't breathing so I had to do CPR on it. It puked and started breathing.
I knew they were puppies, but for some reason they all looked like tiny goats.
Dad and the Birth of Olaf
Reviewed by Samantha Jayne Frost
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July 02, 2020
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