I had a dream many years ago (too many, actually!) about my childhood dog Happy. It was the night before grade five started and summer came to an end (again). I suppose I must have been stressed about it as we had just moved and I was starting at a new school. Anyway, the dream was that I was terrified about going to class, and when I finally went and sat down, Happy was my teacher! If nothing else, it gave me a good laugh in school that day!! I never figured out how he could write on the chalkboard so well with paws!