The Dog and The Tiger

I can't believe how stupid and boring my dreams have become lately. Lots of sitting around. Plenty of aimless wandering. Not a whole lot going on (hey, it's just like my life!). At least last night's dream featured an interesting scene that I watched on television in the dream (yes, I even watch television in my dreams--my recent viewing of the Planet Earth series may also have played a part). A badly wounded tiger is howling in pain at the edge of a river. A dog (it looks like a mutt) emerges from the river and approaches the tiger. The tiger wants nothing to do with him. The dog persists. With consoling looks, the dog calms the tiger and coaxes it into the river. The next scene would be hysterical if it wasn't so tragic: with both their heads just above the water, the dog raises its paw above the tiger's head and pushes it down under the water. For a moment, it looks like the dog is baptising the tiger. But it's not. This isn't a baptism, it's a mercy killing. The last image is of the drowned tiger, upright under water, drifting down the river.