It was past midnight and the house was completely still—except for a soft woof. Grace was curled up in her bed, paws twitching, ears flopping with every little dream movement. Then, suddenly, a tiny bark. Not loud, but clear. One little “woof” in her sleep. I don’t know what she was dreaming about. A squirrel? A younger version of herself running through fields? But hearing that sound made my heart clench a little. She feels safe enough to dream now. That’s a big deal. #Pets #Dogs #DogDreams