ARBUCKLE'S DOG

I know that world of theirs, I’ve been there in dreams where our gravity doesn’t apply and I can fly between the tenement buildings. You have a brown and white dog named Luke who moves twice as fast as us, outracing cars, climbing ladders, diving off piers like a fishing lure. Arbuckle’s dog never slows down until the end of day when he lands on a pillow and his legs keep running in his sleep.