Every night I can't wait to escape into my dreams where the wild things are. Sometimes my dogs join me on my journey to the forest of dreams as they howl at the moon (that they cannot see). As if that is not cute enough, the youngest pup (who is 4 years old), can not find the wolf within himself and incessantly barks/yelps. His sad little attempt to howl makes me smile as I fall into dreams. Owwwww Owww Owwwwwww
