I had a dream last night that there existed booster packs for dogs. They had a picture of what it looked like as an adult, and included info like gender, breed, color, coat type, general disposition, height & weight, what commands they knew, likes & dislikes, some flavor text.. stuff like that. And I can't explain how the science of it worked, but in my dream it was just understood that you could "activate" the card into the actual dog by some process. Sorta like a "just add water!" type of branding.
So my husband and I are window shopping these boosters online, yeah? And we come across one that was like a perfect match for Tucker (actual irl dog, died last Christmas RIP). He had the same Australian Shepard/Labrador/Unidentified Mutt mix, the same black, double-coat with a white patch on his chest, the same bright blue eyes, a tail that curled up and over his back in cloud of black floof, a curious, fun-loving, and fiercely loyal personality, and was even a tiny bit chonky, just like Tucker. So Nick and I rush to made a deal/trade with the seller of this pack and arrange a meet up.
When we get there the previous owners, who were an older couple, hand over the booster with the "Tucker" card. There's usually four cards per booster. So obviously we impatiently pull our Tucker (I do not know how the sellers knew what cards would be in the pack nor did I care) — but then we look at the other dogs too. One is this gorgeous, fluffy Golden Retriever Mutt standing in a meadow. He was like, the perfect shade of gold, not too blonde but not over-baked either, had that permanent Retriever smile, and so, so much fur between his toes! The next dog was a female purebred Collie, very lithe and athletic build, but with a giant mane of white fur around her neck and chest. In her picture she was seen as sitting near a door with a leash in her mouth looking like royalty. And lastly there was this little Yorkie, with the traditional Black and Tan fur, but trimmed into almost a teddy style. His picture showed him standing on a kitchen table. He had about a centimeter of bright pink tongue poking out (the card mentioned he had no jaw, teeth, or mouth deformities and could physically keep his tongue in his mouth, but just preferred not to). The little man did have a cataract in his left eye, but otherwise was a healthy, show-dog example of a Yorkshire Terrier.
So, new dog cards in hand, Nick and I thank the previous owners profusely and turn to leave. But before we do, they ask if we would each like an ice cream sandwich, to which we agree. Then I woke up.