In my memaw’s kitchen when I notice commotion from the cats. Out the window I see two fat groundhogs curled up. The groundhogs then get up, stand up, and walk away in a single file line. The dream now switches to night. I am still standing at the sink, looking out the window, when I look down and there is a black cat about in the garbage disposal side of the sink. I start washing the cat, and after a while the cat actually is a white pit bull with a red head and neck, and looks like it is only a day or two old. I rush back to the bedroom and tell my wife who is laying on the bed asleep, but her face is decorated in the old Egyptian style burial decoration, her eyes painted as open while she sleeps. She awakes and is not pleased at the sight of the dog. I hear her tell our daughter we definitely aren’t keeping an ugly bulldog.