Brad had spent most of the day lazily sprawled out on the floor in front of the TV. His roommates were nice enough today to leave ESPN on. Without human appendages, he couldn't manipulate the remote control. A few days ago somebody left the Hallmark channel on and he had to listen to sappy romance movies all day. But nature was calling and Brad needed to go outside. Instead of relaxing, he was pacing back and forth wearing down a paw pattern in the carpet. He heard a commotion at the front door and darted on all 4's to the sound thinking, "Thank goodness! Somebody is home! I gotta pee like crazy!"
Brad wagged his tail excitedly hoping he could soon empty his canine bladder. But as he put his paws up on the door for a closer look, he saw it was just a package delivery man. Brad growled and barked loudly out of frustration. The delivery man didn't skip a beat. He was used to dogs barking at him every time he dropped off an item.
For the next few minutes, Brad paced around the house contemplating where to go. After spending nearly 3 weeks as a dog, he'd already had a few accidents. He tried hiding it by using corners to relieve himself thinking nobody would notice. But each time his roommates found a mess to clean up they would scold their house pet. Brad didn't like getting swatted or having his nose shoved into his urine while a roommate tried house-braking the 'bad girl.' Occasionally out of frustration one of them would push the tiny button on his neck as punishment to make him lose him communication ability. Brad didn't like not being able to talk and understand everybody. He tried his best to hold his bladder and bowel moments so he could keep his ability to speak. Since Brad didn't end up with any magical powers, the only thing left deciphering him from a real dog was the fact he could talk. Unless one of his roommates pushed the button of course.
While pacing, Brad heard the front door opening. He excitedly ran up seeing Joe walking inside, "Thanks goodness you're home! Nobody has been here all day! I gotta go! Let me out! Let me out!"
Joe pointed out, "I thought it was Mark's turn to come home during lunch to let you out? Sorry girl. Nice job pinching it off so none of us had to clean up another one of your accidents."
Brad performed the ceremonial sniffing test while searching for a good place to pee in the yard. After squatting down to relieve his bladder, Brad found a stick and grabbed it with his mouth. He dropped it at Joe's feet wagging his tail, "Hey buddy. Up for some fetch? I need to stretch my legs!"
Joe picked up the stick and threw it, "Sure but only a few tosses. I have research to do about what happened to everybody on the planet after the magical shift."
Brad returned the stick and groaned, "I sure wish I ended up with magical abilities. The only thing that our new reality did to me was turn me into a dog. The rest of you got awesome powers. I'm nothing more than a talking pet now!"
"Oh come on. You can do cool stuff too. I've seen you snag Frisbees out of the air like a champ!"
Brad growled, "Thanks. But I really need to see a professional about what's going on with me. There's gotta be more to my body than this. I'm convinced I have a super amazing ability of some sort. I just need some help to figure out how to use it. Can you call the doctor and make me an appointment? Maybe they will know something or have some advice."
Joe nodded and made a quick call, "You are in luck! There's an opening in 20 minutes!"
Brad was relieved that he'd finally get to speak to somebody about his condition. Joe clipped a leash on apologizing, "Sorry. The leash laws are strict around here. You also aren't going to like this either...but you know I gotta do it while I take you into public." Joe pushed the button on Brad's back as his vision turned black-and-white. Now without being able to speak or understand words, he whimpered a few times at losing his only remaining human ability. He knew it was a necessary procedure for when he left the house. The roommates never wanted to raise any suspicion while toting around a talking dog.
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