The dog in the picture was my Beagle hound, Snoopy. He is shown sucking up to a visitor, circa 1960. Snoopy used to have the most vivid dreams. In the middle of one of his many naps he would start to make whimpering noises and moving his feet as though running. Soon, his breathing would accelerate, making what passes for lips on a hound flap noisily. This would all come to a big, animated crescendo. Then Snoopy would suddenly sit up and bay as only a Beagle can bay. The howl would wake him up, after which he always looked sort of sheepish or embarrassed. Toward the end of his long life, Snoopy farted more than he bayed, but still had vivid dreams.
The Span Of Life by Robert Frost:
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.Some days I still miss my old hound.
I can remember when he was a pup.