I dreamed that my brother and I were attempting to steal one of the world’s largest diamonds so that our money troubles would be over for good. Anyway, his idea was to have a test run at the diamond using his dog, the “kind beast,” as an alarm system. So we get her set up in the room with a fake diamond and
start doing test runs. Anyway I go off to smoke or something and within moments I hear a loud barking, lots of stumbling and cursing, and then a high-pitched yelp. Brother comes running out and says, “I’ve failed, and I’ve done something to the kind beast.” The next time I see the kind beast, her left foreleg is snapped and jutting out at a right angle. She tries to run around but all she can manage is a sort of waddle along with constant crying. I am upset and distracted, but brother says rather flatly, “There’s nothing we can do for her. She will be this way for the rest of her life.” Then I woke up.