I’m making coffee and Elly walks in, still sleepy. Our dog, Tara, follows her in, hoping that someone will drop something nice on the floor for her. Elly turns to Tara and exclaims:

“I had a dream about you last night, puppy. You were in a very expensive clothes store and they were trying to kick you out! Little did they know that you were worth 11 million dollars…”

So, there you have it folks. Our dog is officially a millionaire. In Elly’s dreams at least…