A Day in the Life of a Dog

pounded to the floor. Why was I a dog? How was I going to cope? What

would my family think? I felt odd but I knew that underneath this fur

coat and dumb looking face I was still the same person I had been

before I turned into a dog. I shook my coat and cleaned it. It was

quite an exciting but yet terrifying experience.

My sense of smell had grown stronger. I could smell the stench of

sweaty socks. I plodded out of my cold bedroom and down the stairs. My

paws were cold because the carpet was damp. As I entered the bathroom

I saw my reflection in the mirror, it horrified me. I was a little

black dog with long, curly haired ears, short stocky legs, a plump

belly, deep dark eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and a wet black

nose. I was quite pleased with the way I looked, so off I trotted

round the house.

My tongue was hanging out of my mouth and I was breathing heavily

because I was in need of a drink. It was scary because how was I going

to adapt to life as a dog. I didn't know how I was going to get a

drink or food.

The house smelt of curry and garlic from my tea the night before and

cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Flowers in the hall made me

sneeze.

I jumped up onto the settee and looked outside, how I longed for a

drink and something to eat. I could feel a breeze coming from the

conservatory, the draft was sending chills down my back and my little

black hairs were standing on edge.

As I wandered into the conservatory I realised the lower window was

open at a jar, so I stood back and remembered what I'd seen other dogs

do and decided to try leaping, but as I ran and leaped I crashed into

the wall. My nose hit the wall and my back legs collapsed beneath me.

I lifted my belly and legs off the floor and gave it another go, this

time succeeding. I landed on a wet, paved path that wasn't soft on my

sensitive paws. I wasn't use to my strong sense of smell and my

sensitive fur coat. Dozens of smells hit me. I could smell different

types of food, cats, other dogs, birds and human smells. I drank murky

water from the path. It was cold and tasted of chlorine. Leaves

rustled underneath my feet. I wanted to explore because I didn't know

how long I was going to stay as a dog.

Firstly though I needed some food. I remembered my little sister

putting some nuts and stale bread out for the birds about two or three

days ago. I hooked onto the scent that led me to the greenhouse and

there it was stale but now soggy bread and a few crumpled nuts. I

bolted that down and ran off to the front gate, which was open. Out I

wandered onto the pavement. I could hear lots of noises, children

screaming, the traffic zooming by and the wind howling round my body.

I could smell other dogs and the horrible shabby cat that lived next

door; it had one bad eye that use to stare and weep.

I wandered off in the direction of the park, passing lots of children

whose feet pounded past my body. Some stopped to pat me, roughly

grabbing at my coat and others pointed. Was I really that fascinating?

I must have looked like a rough, homeless dog that smelt of nasty

uncleanliness smells but I didn't care I just wanted to explore. I

wandered out in front of traffic which swerved to dodge me and people

were cursing at me but I acted all innocently after all to them I was

some dumb dog that didn't understand them.

As I got closer to the park I could hear other dogs barking and their

owners shouting their names. I had no one to look out for me, no ball

to play with, no treats to have when I had obeyed them and no one to

love me. So I wandered about the park aimlessly sniffing at the other

dogs around me, rubbing at their owners legs in the hope that they'd

give me some food or affection.

After chasing other dogs balls and getting shouted at off their owners

I headed for the duck pond. As I drew nearer I could hear all the

ducks quacking and I could smell the fishy scent. I got so excited I

jumped into the duck pond and tried to catch the ducks but they

started flapping their wings and quacking loudly and swam off faster

than I could catch them. I felt soggy and wet and on my coat a

horrible ponging smell leached.

I got out of the pond and shook my coat. I was trembling now with

coldness. Mud stuck to my paws, I could feel leaves sticking to my wet

smelling coat and I probably looked like a disowned badly behaved dog,

well infact I was one, so I decided to head home. I picked up my home

scent half way back up the road and followed it to my front door and

suddenly there was a shout and a bang and I turned over and realised I

had just been dreaming and my little sister had just woke me up. I

tried to settle back down in my bed and go back to my dream but it was

no use, it had gone. It hadn't been real, it was a dream and not a

reality but I was keeping that experience to myself!

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