OverIndulging
With a snort, Arthur awoke for the morning. The Golden retriever had been pulled from a rather indulgent dream, one that had seen him surfing rivers of cola while on a board made of potato chips. It wasn’t often the canine had such dreams, but when he did… He tended just to let them linger in his mind. Another sniff to the morning air further stirred the canid, his brain starting to wake up even as the dream continued to stay at the forefront of his mind. He could almost still taste the trees he had eaten with little effort, smell the sugary ground beneath his paws, even hear the light whistle of the taffy birds which had populated the forest he had been in. Arthur couldn’t bring himself to…