Wishful Thinking

There was a dog outside on the patio of my parents house.
He was black and white with a collie body and a lab face.
The dog had appeared and decided to stay for a while.
My 7 year old nephew was excited and real happy about it.

But according to the dream rule,
Dad had to give the dog up to the pound,
to see if anyone would claim Blake's new dog.
That was the rule in this dream of mine.

In the first round, no one had claimed the dog.
But Blake was sad while his dog was in jail.
The dog came back, no one had claimed him for this run.

But the dream rule was that the dog had to go back
to the pound again for one more round
before Dad could claim Blake's dog solely.

The dog would be gone for days.
And Blake would be sad again,
not knowing where his dog was
and if his dog was ever coming back.

And Dad would be sad, because Blake was sad.

Dad said he was going to work real hard to train
Blake's new dog who may enter into their lives.

Dad didn't want to break Blake's heart.