I had an interesting dream last night about a small neurotic dog who needed constant attention, and would leap compulsively over bookshelves and recite silly poetry, every time someone wasn't playing with him and his blue ball.  During the dream, I remember thinking it was impressive how he improvised his poetry as he went along, and how he could put one leg behind his back while jumping.  Guess it should have also seemed odd that he was talking and could jump eight feet high at all.  But, that's the nature of dreams!