Sniff Snoff Bork

Only certain memories of old remained, and those that did were always bit foggy too. Sunny days and soft grass. Rays coming through the canopies. Sniffing and barking at fearsome monsters. Being fed by his owners. Time before that when he was alone.

It was odd. Lots of memories were hazy, kinda there but not really. A mirage that only a certain sound or smell could bring back. A lot of uncertainty. Hunger, confusion, fear. Yet, when he lay down to sleep, sometimes they would come to him, recalled, those days of innocent wonder.