I was dreaming that we were in some caravan or other temporary tent environment, but not like burning man, rather something a bit more permament and commerce-related. Karine and I were there, and we ran into Carrie. she was looking for her dogs? or maybe she was looking for people to adopt these other dogs.

anyhow Karine and I made our way to a merchant or someone on the other end of the encampment and he had two dogs he was tring to get rid of. they were young, as in not-filled-out; one was blond/beige and one was black. they each stood with their shoulders at my own shoulder height.

holy cow, that's a big dog.

we decided to take on both dogs, weren't sure how they would get along with our current pair but we'd get them some training and health and then we thought they would be perfect for Carrie. there was also a space issue, having dogs as big as people in the house the size of ours was going to be cramped.

I can't remember much more of this but I do remember Carrie was appalled. what would she do with these big dogs? however we had considered this possibility and were willing to deal with it.