I appear to be at my parents', out by the barn where somebody has left their truck, with a couple of dogs in the cab. There are two small doberman-looking dogs, and one of them is my former dog (now gone to another home), and he runs across the seat to me, going crazy with excitement for seeing me again.

But wait - it isn't Charlie. This dog is too small. I'm not sure why this dog is so excited - and the other one isn't - but I'd know my dog, and this isn't him.