At 2 a.m. this morning, groggy Americans turned their clocks back one hour, marking the end of Daylight Saving Time. So I've no idea if it was 3 or 4 o'clock when I was awakened by a constant thumping noise. When I got up to see what it was, I saw that it was Hamlet having a very active dream. As I stood there watching his legs move and his tail wag, I remembered something I heard several years ago that says "that when you see a rescued dog dreaming, it's because he finally has good memories." In a few days we will celebrate having Hamlet for a year. I hope he has good memories of this past year together. I know I do.