Land of Hope and Dreams

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“Mylo!  You ready Mylo?”

I watched the white-furred puppy dash across the room in response to Mommy’s call. 

“Let’s get your harness on and we will go have some fun, okay?”

The puppy looked into Mommy’s eyes with such love and enthusiasm.  His tongue dangled from his smiling mouth and his body twirled and danced about her feet.  Once he was firmly hooked up, Mommy snapped on his leash, and they headed for the exit. 

Mylo stopped on the other side of the door long enough to glance over his shoulder and smile smugly.

“Bye Old Lady!”

“Have fun at the vet,” I called out as the door began to swing shut.

The joy and smugness slid off his face and in a matter of seconds it was replaced with fear.

“Vet?  No, not the vet!  Help!  Help!”


The door slammed shut.  Now that they were gone, I bounded up onto the sofa and listened with glee to the sounds of pleading and begging until it faded away and the car sped off.

“Poor fool!”

Now that I had the chance to enjoy some peace and quiet, I curled into a comfy ball in the corner of the sofa and prepared for a nice relaxing nap.  Every time I settle into this new sofa it feels like I am being hugged.  What can I say?  I simply love it. 

The tension left my face the moment my eyelids shut.  I took in a deep breath, then let it out and began to listen to the sounds of home.  The house itself seemed to emit a steady hum and occasionally, a car would pass by.  This was the rhythm section to the song of life.  The main melody of this tune was played by the birds.  Their chirping and twittering gave the whole thing texture and feeling. 

Little sprites and fairies skittered across my mind’s eye.  I knew them intimately.  They were here to escort me to the Land of Hope and Dreams.  This was the name of the special place I go to when I sleep.  I like it there because I get to spend time with new friends and old friends and even friends long gone.  I was well on my way, until …

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

My eyelids flew open.  I knew without a doubt it was not someone at the door.  This was a different type of knocking.  Without moving a muscle, my eyes shifted from left to right looking for the source of the intrusion. Nothing.

 Knock, knock, knock, knock!

There it was again.  This time I was able to narrow down the location.  It was coming from outside.  Perturbed, I jumped up on all fours and glared out the window. 

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

“You have got to be kidding,” I grumbled. 

Now I knew exactly who it was and what was going on, and I was not happy about it.  I was going to put a stop to this.  Now!

I squinted out the window and pushed my face tight against the screen.  Using my nose, I drew in as much air as my lungs could possibly hold, then let it out in the form of an agitated bark.

“Keep it down please, Mr. Woodpecker!  Some dogs are trying to nap, you know!”

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

“Sorry, Cindee!  I didn’t realize.  I have another job a couple of blocks to the north; I’ll work over there for the rest of the day!”

I wanted to be angry with him, but I knew he was a working bird just trying to do his job.  Remembering what Mommy said about her yoga exercises, I took in a deep cleansing breath, then let it out. 

Amazing!  She was right.  It really does work.  Feeling a little less stressed helped me to realize that maybe I was a little harsh on the bird.

“Thank you, Mr. Woodpecker.  That would be kind of you!”

“Not a problem.  See you tomorrow, Cindee!”

“See you then.  Have a good day Mr. Woodpecker!”

“You as well!”

I watched as he flew off and once out of sight, I returned to being snuggled by the sofa.

Now that I was back in the embrace of my favorite sofa, I closed my eyes once again and let the song of life caress my frayed nerves.  Sitting inside the darkness of my mind I waited for my fairy and sprite friends to come to get me, but it was taking them longer than usual. 

Feelings of boredom started to creep in and wake up the nerves in my forehead.  That’s when my escorts sent fireworks to drive away the tedium.  Soon, I was being pulled deeper into the soothing darkness and the light from the brilliant flashes began to recede into the distance.  I knew I was almost about to embark on the final leg of my journey when the face of Bingo the Fairy filled my vision.  He reached out for me, and I was about to put my paw in his hand, until …

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!

My eyes popped open, and I was wide awake again.  Frustration edged its way into the very center of my being, and I did the only thing I could think to do.  I blew out a gust of stale air.  There was no mystery this time.  I knew exactly what had kept me from my nap.

“Oye vey!”

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!

I glanced down at my tummy.  The gage was telling me that I was almost on empty.  I need food.  ASAP!

There was no ignoring this, so I slid off the sofa and stopped for a much needed stretch before plopping down on my tush. 

“Think Cindee, think,” I murmured to myself.

The food bowl would be a waste of time and energy.  Even if I hadn’t finished my breakfast, Mylo surely would have swooped in and gulped down any leftovers.  Like any good dog who lives with a living breathing vacuum, aka Mylo, I had a backup plan in case of emergency.

With a blueprint for action in mind, I climbed up on all fours and trotted up the stairs and into the spare bedroom.  Sitting in the corner was a dresser that Mommy was going to restore … someday.  I glanced over both shoulders to make sure nobody was watching.  A girl can never be too careful, you know.  As soon as I felt certain the coast was clear I made a mad dash for the dresser. 

The gurgle had transformed into a full-blown growl now.  The get-fuel fast light was flashing!  I pulled open the bottom drawer.

“That darn puppy!”

Much to my anguish, it was empty.  Somehow Mylo had found out about the super-secret stash and helped himself to my treasure.  I was beyond unhappy.

Out of options, desperation had begun to set in.  There was only one thing left that I could consider, and it was almost unthinkable.  The consequences would be dire, but I didn’t have a choice.

Putting it out of my mind, I turned and sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen.  There, on the counter were two beautiful cookies just sitting on the plate waiting for dessert.  I stood helplessly staring at the yummy confections, drool dripping from my lips.  I closed my eyes, but I knew they were still there.

“I am so sorry Mommy,” I whispered.

I knew that trouble was waiting for me should I carry out my task.  I didn’t want to, but I needed to for survival.

“I just can’t.”

Having made the decision, I turned and started to walk away.

My body sank into the soft cushions and stretched out.  Crumbs clung to my whiskers, but I didn’t care, I will deal with this situation when the time comes, but for now, my tummy is full, and I am tired and ready for that nap!

For the third time today, my eyelids closed.  There was no waiting this time.  Both Bingo the Fairy and Bongo the Sprite were waiting for me.  They each tossed an arm over my shoulder and together the three of us began our journey down the road that leads to the Land of Hope and Dreams.

“I am home Old Lady!”

The shrill voice sent Bingo and Bongo fleeing, leaving me behind to deal with the over-enthusiastic puppy.  My eyes opened in time to see him galloping towards me at full speed.  Five feet away from me he launched himself into the air.  I knew what was next.

“Oye Vey indeed!”

Author: H. Scott Moore

H. Scott Moore, a native of Western New York State, grew up enjoying the rhythm of life in the changing seasons. One day, he became intrigued by his dog, Cindee, and what she might be thinking and feeling. Inspired, he set out to create a world that combines his passion for animals and his curiosity about the natural and supernatural worlds. The result is a space where we can travel with Cindee and her friends and enjoy their adventures too! When he is not working or creating, H. Scott likes to spend his time on the trails with Cindee, Mylo, and his wife Simone.

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