Crickets Chirping

Last night’s dream:

I adopted a wild baby fox. I left it at home and went to work, but then got a call from my roommate saying animal control was there to confiscate the fox. So I went back home, planning to fight for custody until I saw that the fox had shredded my couch cushions.

I told the animal control officer “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s probably best for me and the fox if you to take it away.”

I believe this was symbolic, but not of my relationship with my dog.