Imagine being sound asleep blissfully dreaming about exotic locales with a handsome dark stranger, when you are rudely awakened to the sounds of a vicious dog fight in your bedroom. There was growling followed by whimpering, then more growling and snarling followed with more whimpering. It sounded like one of the dogs had gone off the deep end and was about to rip the head off of the poor victim. I sat straight up in bed scanning the room ready to leap out of bed to stop the impending melee.
But none of the dogs were awake. Once again, Orso was sound asleep dreaming of what I’m not sure, but doing battle with himself in his sleep. He was like an actor in a play, playing two roles, the hero and the villain. He was lying at the foot of the bed twitching and growling, then jerking his head back and whimpering. It must have been an epic battle in his dreams. I watched him for a few minutes fighting with his demon and crying because the demon was hurting him. It was spooky and comical at the same time. I stroked his back to calm him and hopefully save him from the demon in his dream.
Orso finally stopped the fight, I wonder who won. Now the real battle begins. Will I be able to get back to sleep before the alarm goes off at 2:30am?
A woman's view of hunting...with men 