The glass has my face on it and the other dog's face on it, close together. I did not choose to be the small shape next to the bigger one. It is just how we ended up stacked, waiting for the same door.
The glass has my face on it and the other dog's face on it, close together. I did not choose to be the small shape next to the bigger one. It is just how we ended up stacked, waiting for the same door.I have a bandana on and the other dog does not. I do not know what it means, only that it happened to me and not to her. I sit here wearing whatever it is.The other dog is up on her feet with her tail going. I am sitting low beside her, not doing that part. It did not occur to me that I was supposed to.Someone is on the other side of the glass holding something up. I cannot tell what it is. I watch anyway, in case it is for me.There is a mat in front of us with a pattern on it. Neither of us is standing on it yet. I do not know if we are supposed to wait until we are let in, or if the mat does not care either way.
