A Dog’s Life
A month had passed since my… my transformation; since the night she cast a spell on me and turned me into a dog. Yea, I know, for a long time I kept expecting to wake up and find myself safe in my bed; free of the nightmare, but no. Because I had been an asshole she imposed this punishment of a dog’s life upon me with the promise that if I obeyed she would change me back.
Oh I had a few opportunities to escape. The first time she let me out in the yard, she took the leash off. I could have run and been over the fence in no time.
“But then what?” I thought.
“Where would I go? It wasn’t like I could tell anyone what had happened to me. And even if I could get that message across, what could they do?”
As I grew more accustomed to my four-legged life, I began to realize that I was strong and not just strong; agile. I had fangs and strength and I could have leapt at her throat and tore it from her body before she could resist, but again, then what? With the witch dead I would be condemned to this life.
I began to notice that for a witch she wasn’t really a bad witch. She used most of her powers to help people. She made love potions and healing spells. People often came to the house to have their palms read or to speak to departed loved ones. I never saw her do anything wicked; if you didn’t count my situation.
A New Life
So I made the best of it and I quickly realized that a dog’s life wasn’t so bad. Yes there were a few items on the learning curb that took some getting used to; pooping and not wiping, lifting my leg to pee and dog food “Yuck”. But you know after a while it wasn’t too bad either. She had a way of mixing the wet and dry food that made it kind of tasty. Once she was sure that I wasn’t going to bite her hand off, she would hug me and pet me often. It was…nice. Sometimes she would be sitting on the couch watching a movie and she would invite me up. I would put my head on her lap and she would stroke my fur. I couldn’t remember having moments like that when I was human; ever.
When I was human I didn’t have time for romance. I was too busy trying to get sexual favors from some chick whose name I would quickly forget. I was an asshole, but I didn’t know better and goodness knows that I had never been taught better. All of my friends were assholes and I fit right in. Never in my human life would I have imagined lying in bed with a naked woman and not feeling some level of sexual desire, but with her; with the witch it was different. She didn’t treat me like a pet or a possession; she treated me like a friend.
And then the day came.
“Well my friend, I guess you have learned your lesson. You ready for me to change you back?” She said.
At first I was beside myself; jumping, leaping and barking. Was I ready! I couldn’t even begin to show her. I jumped up and licked her entire face.
“O.K. O.K. I guess that means you are ready.” She said smiling brightly.
“But remember I will be watching. Behave yourself or it will be right back to four legs.”
Back To Myself
I sat there anxiously as she prepared the spell. I couldn’t wait to get back to my old life and then I had a thought.
“Would I have to stop seeing her? What exactly was I going back to; all of my asshole friends, who probably hadn’t even looked for me? And most of all would I have to stop seeing her?”
She was just about to speak the words and I realized that I didn’t want to go back. I started barking loudly. I slapped at her hands with my paw. She seemed confused at first but then she got it.
“What’s wrong, you don’t want me to change you back?”
BARK
“You want to stay with me?”
BARK, BARK (Wild tail wagging)
She smiled and hugged my neck tightly. I nestled in close and thought to myself, a dog’s life isn’t bad, not too bad at all.
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