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Dreams of You

by BA Cohen

A tribute to a very special dog...Mr. Brown Dog...whose courage and enduring pride spared him from a severe mauling which nearly took his life. I was the lucky friend he chose as mistress, and he protected me till the last day of his time on earth.
Genre: New Age: Ambient
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1. Darling
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2. Wander
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3. Feral
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4. By the River
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5. Milky Way
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6. Friends
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7. Solo
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8. Train to New Orleans
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9. By My Side
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10. Always
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11. Canis Major
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Album Notes
Mr. Brown Dog...A True Story

A few years ago a neighbor's brown dog began visiting my yard and terrorizing the other dogs. After
several weeks of this annoyance, I found out that the neighbor had moved from the country to town,
apparently abandoning the dog and leaving him to survive on his own. I called upon my friends –
one at the sheriff's department, one at the animal shelter and a kind lady who holds the humane
society together. Since there is no funding for rescuing animals outside the city limits I was advised
to trap the dog and haul him to the shelter. Well Mr. Brown Dog was a savvy dog who knew
immediately what I was planning. He would disappear across the fields into the woods for days,
even weeks, then make a quiet appearance in order to nab a bit of food from the other dogs. It was
not possible to get close to Mr. Brown Dog and certainly impossible to trap him. My friend from the
animal shelter called his owner and pleaded for her to retrieve her dog or even to help me catch him
so that I could take them to the shelter. She said there was no sympathy or compassion from the
woman. Even my friend from the humane society, who never fails to intervene for the well-being of
a lost animal, finally told me to give up. I learned a new word at this time – feral -- which refers to a
domesticated animal who returns to the wild. Mr. Brown Dog would visit at odd and unpredictable
times and his life on the run began to really take a toll. He would dig a trench and slide under the
fence, thin and ragged and sometimes torn. My heart would go out to him as he strutted up to the
other dogs and expressed rage and aggression, cockiness and arrogance. He was steal their food
and sneer at them and me. He always mistrusted any effort on my part to help him or to even talk to
him reassuringly. I had to learn to love this dog from afar, calmly, privately in my heart. Finally, one
day or night, Mr. Brown Dog had an awful experience... he met some terror more cruel to him than
the terror he inflicted on others. He appeared in the yard limping, one ear completely torn off, and
one eye destroyed. He was covered in caked blood. And he hid in the bushes and whimpered for
days and nights. I already knew I could do nothing to help this animal, so I suffered silently with
him as he slowly healed over time.

In the last few weeks, I have noticed a change in Mr. Brown Dog. He seems to stay around more.
The suspicion is gone from his one good eye. He sometimes twists his body with delight at feeding
time, and he has learned to share food with the other dogs. He brushed against my jeans the other
day, and he even bumped me with his nose. I have one secret wish... that I could one day hold his
broken face in my hands and whisper to him that, in his short time on this earth, he has been a
special dog, a worthy dog, and someone has cared for him very, very much.

Copyright 1999 BA Cohen


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