Last night, I dreamt that I was going to the animal shelter to look at the dogs and maybe walk a few.  I used to do that a lot before I adopted my pup, so my dream self knew what to expect.  When I arrived, I signed in and began to walk around, but to my surprise, I didn’t see any dogs or even the normal kennel set up.  Instead, there were little stations here and there that had snacks and ingredients, typical of a farmer’s market.

I approached the sample tray closest to me.  On it sat a small, lumpy biscuit, about the size of a silver dollar.  I took a bite.  The flavor was bland, but it was edible.  I moved to the next station.  The cookie looked similar to the last one, only with some oats and berries mixed in.  It was also on the bland side of the flavor spectrum.  Strange.  I observed my surroundings.  Were they organic?  Gluten free?  Why did they taste so strange?

Someone else walked into the market.  She had a dog with her, which wasn’t surprising since we were where the animal shelter normally is.  She approached the first plate of snacks, just as I had.  She picked it up, observed it, and looked at her pup.  Holding the treat up, she asked him to sit.  He complied and was rewarded with the biscuit.  Finally, it clicked it my brain.  This wasn’t a farmer’s market for human treats; it was a sale for dog treats.


Author: hschickel

I am an artist in the Iowa City area. I recently graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Painting and Drawing. If you are interested in taking a peek at my art, my website is in the "Profile Links" portion of my profile.

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