Princess Pistachi's dog is sleeping belly up on his favorite plaid cushin. He is snoring like a frog with a cold. Every few seconds, his short legs spin frantically in the air as if he was swimming up

-side down. He wimpers and drools. I wonder what he dreams about, thinks Pistachio. Running after squirrels? Being a superhero? Winning a dog marathon? Her dog sleeps most of the day. Then he sleeps