En Mexico con Perro

When I was 7, my dad asked me to pick out a puppy from the neighbor's springer spaniel's new brood of pups. I picked out the cuddliest one and we named it Spot (because my dad had a Spot 15 years before). Spot was my buddy and died when I was 21. Ever so often I dream about Spot--or Spotticus (yes, its a take from Spartacus--my dad thought it up) as he's known officially on the akc register of pure bred dogs. Saturday night, I dreamt that Spot was with Kell and I in Mexico. We had to get to another town and I had the dog with me. I figured we'd hop the train with Spot and then we all could go together. Well, Kell would have nothing of it and she left me. I ended up taking the bus with Spot next to me (he was a big dog, but not so big in this dream) and we were driving through the country side. First we saw Mexican vampire bats in the trees (they were big), and then we saw a zoo full of monkey and baboons. Then I woke up.