Your dreams are always wild. I wanted to let you know that I'm on the waiting list at the video store for season one of Dexter and I get to start on Sunday! Woo! I'm really sorry to hear about Fiona. I think I met her. At least I know I met an Irish Wolfhound of theirs when she was quite young, but how long ago is a blur now. I love that breed and I've never met a mean one. Some folks here had three of them and two died in the same week. The one that was left behind was pining so awfully that they had to get another dog for him even though they weren't ready themselves, but it ended up (as often happens when we get unexpected new animals in our lives) to be a perfect family match. Bad luck isn't contagious as far as I can tell. I had a weird experience in my year of hell, 2005, in that unbeknownst to me at the time, it was such a good year for most of my friends but they were too embarrassed to tell me because they felt sorry for me and thought it would seem like rubbing it in. I wish they had. It'd have been nice to hear happy things then, but I know their hearts were in the right place.