I wonder if this is why I dreamt last night that Bo and I were cuddling? Sigh. It was such a good dream. Sometimes I think he and I share dreams. Once I dreamt that I met a crow that was dressed up in a little rodeo clown costume, with a cowboy hat and everything. The next morning Bo pooped on my head. I had fed a bunch of other crows on his property the night before, but I think the dream contributed to his decision to revenge-headpoop.