The other night Mike had a dream that I was working Rapper on his Triple Crown Collar (that I love BTW) and I had it on too tight. I guess I squeezed and pulsed a little too vigorously and his head popped right off !!!!!!!!!!!!! Because this was a dream there was no blood and gore. However, I did have a headless dog. And was I upset about the unseemly demise of my dog? NO! However, I was apparently all PO'd that Sarah suggested that I use this collar. I don't even want to start thinking about what all this might mean.


