Yeah, I don't know why I post these.

The dream started off being a little weird. Our current house had just been finished bein built, and a guy named Nate was going to help us throw a party. As I was thinking about how many people might be showing up, we also were discussing that the cats shouldn't be kept indoors. Instead, they should be let in or outside just like they are every day. I agreed, but didn't want any of them to get run over by a guest at night. Shortly after this I poked my sheltie near the tail with my foot, and her old coat (from the very back of her to the tail) fell off completely. I was a bit shocked, but her coat underneath was a brilliant creamy white. Also, just before I'd walked into the room the weather outside had made a drastic change from being late summer (as it is now where I live) to being covered in snow.

The rest of my sheltie's coat was shorter, as if she'd lost the rest of that old coat without me noticing. On her back right leg I saw something written in faded ink just beneath the fur.

September 28, 1989 -
(And under this was some mention of the breeders/kennel involved.)

As I looked over the inscribed words I heard the woman-breeder's voice in my head. "It was so strange. The dog was so smitten with the tattoo..."

Shortly after I saw this, I showed it to my dad.

Then I woke up. With the mental image of that tattoo still fresh in my mind, I made the connection. That wasn't my late sheltie's birth date at all... It's mine.