A few nights ago I had a dream I was living at my mom’s house while Mr. J was deployed somewhere inaccessible. None of the cats were there, otherwise this dream would have been more awkward than it was, so I decided to adopt a dog, I think, the dog just kinda showed up. It was a black dachshunds with really stumpy legs. Well, my mom’s house has a lot of stuff in it and the dog kept running around getting lost under things. I didn’t have a kennel or any kind of bedding for it yet, I only had a leash that was too big for it. The leash was made for something lion sized, not dachshund sized so I had no way to contain this dog. So I’m looking for it and looking for it and then I finally find it/it finally comes back to me and it has this really guilty look on its face. I ask it what’s wrong and it just starts shitting everywhere. Like, not basic, containable shit but projectile shit. I freak out and try to grab it to control where the shit goes as it’s leaving this dog and I get shit all over my hands and my wrists. Then I woke up.
Jessica Halsey lives in Arkansas and earning a degree in Laboratory Science while she writes books about werewolves and faeries, a well as many strange poems. She loves birdwatching and performing venipuncture. Her spark bird is the Rose-Breasted Grosbeak and her house words are, “Is there blood on the floor?” View all posts by jessicahalseywrites