“Before we make this adoption official, I have a couple conditions,” he said. Suddenly suspicious, I squinted at him. “What kind of conditions?” “Bear doesn’t sleep in our bed.” I frowned. “But he has nightmares, Dav.” Davian made a face. “What nightmares can a dog possibly have?” “Well, there’s the recurring one where he’s chasing a squirrel, but it’s always just out of reach. Then he starts shaking, and I think that means the dream squirrel mutated into a giant squirrel monster and turned the tables on Bear.” Davian stared at me. “… How about only when he has nightmares?” I offered
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