Strange Dreams

You might think I died. Well, not yet. I will one day, but I don't believe today is that day.
I sometimes wonder what kind of dreams Eddie has. Every so often during the course of a night, I hear him do anything from whimper to chirp, or even give a little squawk. I hope they're mostly good dreams.
Life moves along. It always seems I am in the process of catching-up on all those mundain tasks that one simply has to do, but I am continually in the process of not getting done. Yep, that's me alright.
These days I have the honor of walking with my Mother several times a week, which I have been recruited to do by my sister, who lives too far away to do it herself. She's concerned about Mom getting her exercise, and not falling while she does it. She's not exactly a spring chicken anymore, and has fallen upon occasion. I quite enjoy it, actually. It gives me a chance to get a little extra exercise late in the afternoon, and have an enjoyable conversation.
My Mother and I see the world in quite different ways, but we do share some views. We both strongly dislike the NY Yankees, for instance. And of course, we both loath and despise Republicans on general principle. And although we don't practice religion in the same way, basically our religious beliefs in how one should live are the same. At least, I think so. Not that I am anywhere near perfect, being a mere human. But I try my best.
And speaking of weird dreams. I have trouble remembering mine in any coherent manner, but I do recall bits and pieces. And man oh man, some of those bits and pieces are completely wacko. In my dreams I find myself working some jobs that I don't think even exist in this particular world. Maybe in a parallel world. And I always seem to be misplacing a girlfriend that I don't have in the waking world. Or I'm trying to get back to her after having to go perform some errand or task. But I can't seem to get back to her. Kinda' like those dreams when you're trying to run away from something, but you can't seem to get anywhere. I can't even remember what this girlfriend even looks like, but she is in my dreams a lot.
Every once in awhile, Albert bats me with one of his paws and wakes me out of a dead sleep. When he does, he tells me I'm talking too loudly. I have no choice but to take his word for it. Ever try to argue with a black bear? Do you still have all your limbs? If you do, then you haven't argued with one. 
Anyhow, back on the ranch, the cows have come home. So I have to put some dinner together, and hangout with Eddie. Until next time, may your dreams all be good ones.