There is a stick that Daisy carries around with her. By association, I treat the stick as if it was Daisy. This is metonymy. I do not stroke it or pat it or have conversations with it – but, if I was to have a dream about the stick, I know I might be dreaming of her. Daisy finds this amusing. Sometimes she tosses the stick up in the air and catches the end of it, just to make a point. She gnaws on it in an openly bold manner. I resist the temptation to reach down and rescue the stick. I know that if I do that she will say, aha! so it is not me that you are thinking of!