...I was walking to the Thompson house. (The weather was fine, so a tip-off to the surreal.) As I entered their roadway, mostly undeveloped, I had to move to the left side to avoid the oncoming mower, a lightweight type, which was clearing the overgrowth from the pavement. As I approached the driveway, I had to stop because a car, with a man and woman inside, turned into the driveway ahead of me, made a wide right turn and exited the way they'd entered.
I went to the rear of the house and could hear voices inside, but no one appeared. After a wait, I went insde to ask the only person I could find, Ben, where the picnic tables had gone. He told me they were kept inside, on the back porch, because that's where they ate every night. No one seemed to relate to my showing up there. I asked Joe if it was usual for drivers to think their driveway was a through road. He said no because there was no way for them to drive out. That's when I realized I was probably dreaming and should try to wake up. I looked at the television screen and saw that soon Trump is to travel to Canada for an important conference. But I had my doubts he would be able to make it because I couldn't even get to the kitchen for food. I think I woke up.
And when fully awake, I watched a news segment titled Sanctuary for Ailing Animals (or something like that) where the caring spokesperson is tending to an old abandoned dog, and feeding it some nutritious and tasty food from a teaspoon.
I realize that Physician's Aid in Dying legislation is on the verge of passing and wonder if it can also be applied to our animal friends. Why should humans reap all the benefits.
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