A Day in the Life of a Dog

The room mat up airy as I woke up in my bed with my duvet wrapped ab aside me. The atmosphere seemed damp and dull perhaps my Central heating was on the blink again. I stretched and rose from the warm comfort of my bed and slide of my fluffy purple slippers and slowly, shivering walked over to my wardrobe and blos slightlyd the make noise door and put on my crisp but yet sonant dressing gown. The radiator was rumbling and as I touched it my hand went desensitise with the coldness, it wasnt working again.As I turned away from the radiator and honchoed towards the door to take up out(p) my thermostat, I tripped up on a book that was on the chronicle and it my head on the side of my desk. I began to tremble and shake and I had a numb feeling and images of all kinds of dogs in all shapes and sizes, eating, sleeping, and barking appeared in my head. I was scared infact terrified, Why did I have visions of dogs? Why was I imagining myself as a dog? After what seemed like ages, I seek to pick myself up off the carpet, I couldnt. I suddenly realized that I wasnt human anymore. I had four legs, a soft skin rise and I couldnt talk, all I could do was yap and bark. I was frightened. I nervously took a step and my paws 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 surface and stupid looking face I was still the same person I had been before I turned into a dog. I move my coat and cleaned it. It was quite an exciting but yet terrifying experience. My sense of taste had grown stronger. I could look the stench of sweaty socks. I plodded out of my cold bedroom and rarify the stairs. My paws were cold beca using up the carpet was damp. As I entered the tub I saw my reflection in the mirror, it horrified me.I was a curt black dog with long, curly haired ears, short stocky legs, a plump elly, deep dark eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and a wet black schnozzle. 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 claim of a d rink. It was scary because how was I going to adapt to life as a dog. I didnt k straight off how I was going to get a drink or food. The house create of curry and garlic from my later onnoon tea the night before and cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Flowers in the vestibule made me sneeze. I jumped up onto the settee and looked outside, how I longed for a rink and something to eat.I could feel a breeze coming from the conservatory, the draft was move chills down my certify and my little black hairs were standing on edge. As I wandered into the conservatory I bring in the lower window was open at a jar, so I stood back and remembered what Id seen new(prenominal) dogs do and decided to try leaping, but as I ran and leaped I crashed into the wall. My nose striking the wall and my back legs collapsed bene ath me. I lifted my abdomen and legs off the floor and gave it another go, this time succeeding. I landed on a wet, paved guilefulh that wasnt soft on my ensitive paws. I wasnt 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 cloudy water from the path. It was cold and tasted of chlorine. Leaves rustled underneath my feet. I wanted to explore because I didnt 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 drug-addicted onto the scent that led me to the greenhouse and here 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 carve up of noises, children screaming, the traffic zooming by and the wind ho wling round my body. I could smell other dogs and the horrible shabby cat that lived next door it had unity 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 didnt care I just wanted to explore. I wandered out in front of traffic which swerved to dodge me and nation were cursing at me but I acted all innocently after all to them I was some dumb dog that didnt understand them. As I got closer to the park I could hear other dogs barking and their owners cheering their names. I had no one to look out for me, no earth to play with, no treats to have when I had obeyed them and no one to have sex me. So I wandered about the park aimlessly sniffing at the other ogs around me, rubbing at their owners legs in the hope that theyd 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 nigh 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 oldness.Mud stuck to my paws, I could feel leaves gummy 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 hadnt been real, it was a dream and not a reality but I was keeping that experience to myself