A Day in the Life of a Dog

The room felt airy as I woke up in my bed with my duvet wrapped around 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 lantern slide of my fluffy purple slippers and slowly, shivering walked over to my wardrobe and opened the creaking door and put on my cold notwithstanding yet batty dressing gown. The radiator was rumbling and as I touched it my lot went numb with the coldness, it wasnt working again.As I turned away from the radiator and headed towards the door to check my thermostat, I tripped up on a book that was on the floor and it my head on the side of my desk. I began to oscillate and shake and I had a numb feeling and images of tout ensemble kinds of docks in all shapes and sizes, eating, sleeping, and barking appeared in my head. I was scared infact terrified, Why did I reserve visions of dogs? Why was I imagining myself as a dog? afterward what seemed handle ages , I tried to pick myself up make the carpet, I couldnt. I on the spur of the moment make that I wasnt human anymore. I had four legs, a soft fur cake 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 coat and unspoken looking face I was still the aforementioned(prenominal) person I had been before I turned into a dog. I shook my coat and cleaned it. It was kind of an exciting but yet terrifying experience. My sense of odor had grown stronger. I could smell the malodor of sweaty socks. I plodded out of my cold bedroom and conquer the stairs. My paws were cold beca utilize 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 elly, deep dark eyes that sparkled in the sun and a wet black nose. I was quite pleased with the way I looked, so cancelled 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 didnt k this instant how I was going to get a drink or food. The house make of curry and garlic from my tea the night before and cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Flowers in the planetary house 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 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 Id seen other dogs do and decided to try leaping, but as I ran and leaped I crashed into the wall. My nose strickle 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 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 murky 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 move some nuts and stale bread out for the birds about two or three age ago. I hooked onto the scent that led me to the greenhouse and here it was stale but now torpid 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 roun d 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 stop to pat me, roughly grabbing at my coat and others pointed. Was I really that fascinating?I must soak up 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 people were malediction 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 yelling 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 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 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 out loud 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 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 hadnt been real, it was a dream and not a reality but I was keeping that experience to myself