EVERY DOG’S STORY have a bed, my very own. It’s just my size. And sometimes I like to sleep alone with dreams inside my eyes. But sometimes dreams are dark and wild and creepy and I wake and am afraid, though I don’t know why. But I’m no longer sleepy and too slowly the hours go by. So I climb on the bed where the light of the moons shining on your face and I know it will be morning soon. Everybody needs a safe place.

Dog Songs