A Dalmatian Named Frederick

I dreamt about a Dalmatian named Frederick
On a Tuesday night, a week or so ago
Now I can't stop thinking about his pink tongue
Lolling, and his happy tail swinging side
To side, and his spotted paws dancing
On my carpet
I want a Dalmatian named Frederick
Because he reminds me of my childhood
Of a dog I once knew, who climbed
Many stairs to reach a loft on the top floor
His snout always joyous, his energy
Seeping into the floor, couches, and kitchen
Of course, that Dalmatian is long gone
As is the energy that he summoned
With his barking and whining
And chomping food from the bowl
Why did I dream about a Dalmatian named Frederick?
Could he be a returning ghost
Of a life long forgotten?
When I collected all the plastic figurines
From 101 Dalmatians, back when
They came with the nuggets in the Happy Meal
The Dalmatian brings back an innocent time
He's all I can think about
This spotted dog luring me into his world
For one day he will meet my children
And brighten my home
And I will name him Frederick

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