Dream Of Saving Dog With Antlers

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My mom bought a dog with antlers from another country and told me it was a delicacy there she told me to cook it for dinner and I agreed. I felt a little conflicted because I love dogs and this definitely looked like a dog, but I didn’t want to anger my mom. She especially gets angry when she is hungry. So while my mom was in another room napping, I went to try to snap the dogs legs off to start the cooking process, but I couldn’t do it. The dog with antlers looked at me with such love and trust. I sort of broke down inside with the conflict. In the end, I chose not to kill the dog with antlers. Instead I was going to keep him as a beloved pet. I knew my mom and my cat who doesn’t like dogs would be upset with me, but I steeled myself that I would deal with it for the sake of this dog. Next scene, I went to two veterinarians. I told the first about the dog with antlers and she knew immediately that this dog was meant to be food originally. She held out her hand and asked “where is the watch?” She was referring to a watch that came with this dog with antlers that had the recipe to cook it. I was surprised she knew about it. I handed it to her and she said with a smile, “good job.” She was referring to me deciding not to cook this animal and this made me feel good that I did the right thing. Then I went to see the second veterinarian who was a Korean man who didn’t speak English very well. I was trying to explain that I wanted to get the dog’s antlers removed as it could be dangerous around the home or people. The dog could accidentally skewer someone with these antlers still intact. So it was important to have them removed. Getting around the language barrier was easier than I expected and he knew what I wanted. This was going to cost me a lot of money to have the antlers removed, but it didn’t matter to me. I would do what I have to, to keep this dog. Next scene, I’m back at home playing on the floor with the dog with antlers. My sister and my old friend Devon come down the stairs and eye the dog asking what’s for dinner. I say, “I don’t know, but not this dog. I am keeping him.” My sister kind of laughs a little saying she’s not surprised. My mom then wakes up from her nap asking about dinner. I’m very nervous but trying to be strong at this point. I tell her I am keeping the dog with antlers and refuse to cook him. She seems very annoyed and angry at first, but then seems to calm down and moves on to discussing what else I should cook for dinner. We came up with a salad with Deli meats and bacon in it that her friend suggested and she wanted to try. I thought that was a weird dinner to ask for but I agreed and was just relieved she wasn’t going to fight me on not cooking the dog.