dog dragging you down?

Slept in this morning and perhaps that's why I remembered this dream:

I'm flying. As it always is, flying is fun and exhilarating, and a bit precarious-- although I know how to stay up, I can easily decsend quickly--it's like I can never quite take it for granted. So this time I was practicing flying, there was some effort involved, and I was doing ok except this little dog kept grabbing onto a piece of cloth and pulling me back down.

Yesterday, Jonah joined Mark and I for breakfast at the Hau Tree Lanai, and spoke of his desires to move to the Big Island after he graduates, to work at the new restaurant in Waikoloa that Sensei, his current employer, is opening up there, to live on our property in Waimea, to get a teaching degree, to travel for extended periods, to teach English for 3 months in China...what to do with his stuff...what to do with his puppy, Milo?

We puppy-sat Milo for 5 weeks over this summer. He is adorable and loveable and a rambunctious handful, not predictably housebroken in our house yet, chewing everything he can get hold of in his pug/bull-dog jaws, needing to run and rough-house, jealously demanding attention, and making life plenty busy for his more sedate elders, ie: our dog, our cat and us.

So, pretty straighforward symbolism: Here I am, starting to take off, or at least doing some practice runs, and I don't want this little dog (hey, I typed "god"--s'pose that means anything?) or anything else to be dragging me down.