Last night when I took the dogs outside they were both sniffing around the porch and front yard like crazy and Asbjørn was even trying to crawl underneath the porch, so I figured there was some “intruder” around that was getting them stirred up. That must have been in the back of my mind when I went to bed, because later I dreamed that they were downstairs barking and that I could hear some frantic scratching on the outside of one of the windows, like something was trying to get in. When I went to look out the window, I saw that it was a Norwegian Elkhound.

Could it be Mette, our old dog, having made an Incredible Journey home from Söderhamn? I went out to investigate further and the dog came running up to me. I looked inside her ear and read her ID tattoo, but I couldn’t remember Mette’s number, so that didn’t help (I should have figured out then that it was a dream, since the real Mette had a microchip and not a tattoo). It was cold outside, and the dog was thin and weak, so I bent to pick her up to carry her inside.

That’s when she growled and tried to bite me. And I thought, “Yep, that’s Mette.”

All things considered, it’s probably a good thing that it was just a dream. I think Olof might file for divorce if I tried to bring a third dog into the mix. I do miss her sometimes, though. She was a nice dog, apart from that biting thing.