little bear had quite a morn. uh-oh, i'm going blank. last night i talked in my sleep, i was with mister and glad he was alive but he was walking ahead of me crossing the street and i think i raised my voice in fear he couldn't hear me. unless it was a different dream about the horror of the neoliberalfascist nightmare america. i think it was a dog dream. 

i felt a little looser, but bear is even more fidgety and frenetic, maybe she has the fall fever, though she handled herself well with other dogs. i think she just has so much energy she's bursting. i forgot my phone and thought i might have dropped it so we went back to our place and it was there and bear had her first elevator ride and went in the yard with a pack of dogs and got chased by the pack and she came to me for rescue and i shooed the pack off and split that scene.