I'm Just A Dog

One morning Tim Ransom was waking up from another of his nightmarish dreams. This time he kept his eyes squeezed shut, hoping fervently he wasn't still a loathsome human cockroach. As he slowly swam up towards consciousness he realized he was sleeping on his side. Sleeping! On! His! Side! His body shook with excitement and anticipation as he further discovered he had only four legs! Just four legs! Four legs? Wait a minute... As Tim came fully awake he realized with growing horror that while he wasn't some gigantic loathsome bug, he certainly wasn't out of the woods yet. He looked down at his tiny body lying on top of the bed sheets and realized he was a dog! And not any normal dog, either. Not some heroic hound, but a butt-ugly clock-stopping mongrel that nearly made him heave just to look at himself.

What had he done to deserve such a fate? First a cockroach, now this! And the strange desires that ran through his little mind. It took nearly all his conscious will to keep from cleaning his balls. Wait. He didn't have any. They'd been removed by the vet. What a relief! He dropped his head back down on the bed and whimpered to himself as he wallowed in his self-pity. As he lay there, he heard a rattling of the bedroom doorknob. As his head shot up and turned towards the bedroom door he saw, framed angelically in the doorway, leash in her hand, his one true love and master, PJ! Pamela was there to take him to the vet!

To Be Continued...