It was a spartan place. All concrete, a couple old chairs, and shabby white curtains that flapped in the wind. It was near sunset, and this home was on the beach with the ocean very close. I was just standing there, maybe naked, enjoying the warm salty air, when I noticed Finley about 30 yards away. Where was Dory I wondered. So I looked in the house. Nothing. When I came back outside the water level had increased dramatically. The sun had almost set as well.
This is when panic set in as I pictured my dogs' legs sinking in the beach sand and getting stuck. For some reason they couldn't get out. That's when I saw Dory come flying out of the surf. She's such the scrappy little dog. I ran into the ocean and dove into the darkness. I struggled for breath fighting in the surf. Finally, I found him and brought him out of the water. He was slumped like he was dead. I was just trying to keep from going crazy. I set him down in the house and then left. For some reason I could not bring myself to find out if he was really dead. After some time had passed, with much agony, Finley came around the corner looking very ill. It only mattered to me that he was alive though. The bad dream was over.
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