“Tyler, wake up,” shouted a cheerful mom from downstairs. “It’s 7:15. Hurry, or you’ll miss the bus.”
Tyler stretched and wondered how he got on top of the covers lying at the edge of the bed. And there was that darn scratch in that funny place. He rolled over to pet Dundee but saw himself still asleep under the covers. Weird. I must be dreaming. Tyler started to call Dundee, but all that came out of his mouth was, “Woof.”
The sleepy boy, still snuggled under the cover, rubbed his hand along his cheek. He yawned and then crawled over to his best friend. He sat on his heels and cocked his head from side to side. He leaned forward to sniff and said, “Who are you?” Then with a flash of recognition, the boy licked his face.
Tyler hopped off the bed and found his nose at the same level as the bed sheets. When he got to his feet, he could barely stand up straight. In a few seconds, he fell forward and found himself staring again at the edge of the bed, looking up at himself. What is happening? This is for sure a strange dream. How can I be in the bed and off the bed at the same time?
He ran to the bathroom and stopped short in front of the full length mirror at the end of the hallway. Turning his head one way and then the other, he stared at his reflection. He leaned closer and touched the mirror with a paw. What happened? Oh my gosh… this can’t be. His heart was beating so hard it might have burst out of his chest. He was panting and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, like a dog. But… he was … a dog! Overnight Tyler turned into a dog that looked just like Dundee!
His eyes grew round as marbles he started to cry out, “Mommy, Mommy.” But the sounds came out in a big howl, “Owwww, Owwww.” Tyler looked at himself again and thought, OK, don’t panic. I’m just a boy but I look like a dog. I act like a dog. I talk like a dog. Oh, no….
“What‘s going on up there?” Mom questioned. “Hurry, son, your breakfast is getting cold.”
“Coming, Mom,” replied Dundee as he flexed his human arms and smoothed his hair back. He sniffed for the backpack in the corner and slung it over his shoulder. Softer now, he said to his master, “Tyler, wow, I get to go to school for you today. Yippee!”
Dundee, you can’t take my place at school. You won’t know what to do, woofed Tyler.
“Sure I will,” replied Dundee, who understood dogbark perfectly. “You always said I’m a smart dog. I’ll just do what the other kids do. It will be fun.”
“Tyler, I hear the bus,” said Mom. “OK, Mom. I can’t wait to go to school today,” said Dundee laughing. He covered his mouth with one hand to keep his tongue inside. “What’s up, little man? All I heard yesterday is that you wish you could be a dog and stay home from school for a change,” Mom said.
“Today’s special,” Dundee said turning to his friend who started to whine. “Gotta go, Buddy. Be a good dog, today.” He kissed his mom, then looked long into her eyes. Dundee hurried out the door to the bus stop, running on two legs instead of his usual four. It took longer this way, especially carrying a heavy backpack.
Tyler didn’t go with him, as usual. Instead, he sat on the top of the couch near the big window and stared at the boy running toward the other students. He rested his head on a cushion and covered his snout with his paws.
Mom sat on the couch watching for the bus, just to be sure all the students got on. She patted the family dog on the head and said into his blue eyes, “What’s the matter, Dundee? You look like a sad doggie today. Tyler will be home before you know it.” She kissed his snout and said, “Come on. I’ve got a dried pig’s ear for you, your favorite. Then you need to go out.”
Oh, great, just what I want, a pig’s ear. Bleah.
Tyler stretched and wondered how he got on top of the covers lying at the edge of the bed. And there was that darn scratch in that funny place. He rolled over to pet Dundee but saw himself still asleep under the covers. Weird. I must be dreaming. Tyler started to call Dundee, but all that came out of his mouth was, “Woof.”
The sleepy boy, still snuggled under the cover, rubbed his hand along his cheek. He yawned and then crawled over to his best friend. He sat on his heels and cocked his head from side to side. He leaned forward to sniff and said, “Who are you?” Then with a flash of recognition, the boy licked his face.
Tyler hopped off the bed and found his nose at the same level as the bed sheets. When he got to his feet, he could barely stand up straight. In a few seconds, he fell forward and found himself staring again at the edge of the bed, looking up at himself. What is happening? This is for sure a strange dream. How can I be in the bed and off the bed at the same time?
He ran to the bathroom and stopped short in front of the full length mirror at the end of the hallway. Turning his head one way and then the other, he stared at his reflection. He leaned closer and touched the mirror with a paw. What happened? Oh my gosh… this can’t be. His heart was beating so hard it might have burst out of his chest. He was panting and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, like a dog. But… he was … a dog! Overnight Tyler turned into a dog that looked just like Dundee!
His eyes grew round as marbles he started to cry out, “Mommy, Mommy.” But the sounds came out in a big howl, “Owwww, Owwww.” Tyler looked at himself again and thought, OK, don’t panic. I’m just a boy but I look like a dog. I act like a dog. I talk like a dog. Oh, no….
“What‘s going on up there?” Mom questioned. “Hurry, son, your breakfast is getting cold.”
“Coming, Mom,” replied Dundee as he flexed his human arms and smoothed his hair back. He sniffed for the backpack in the corner and slung it over his shoulder. Softer now, he said to his master, “Tyler, wow, I get to go to school for you today. Yippee!”
Dundee, you can’t take my place at school. You won’t know what to do, woofed Tyler.
“Sure I will,” replied Dundee, who understood dogbark perfectly. “You always said I’m a smart dog. I’ll just do what the other kids do. It will be fun.”
“Tyler, I hear the bus,” said Mom. “OK, Mom. I can’t wait to go to school today,” said Dundee laughing. He covered his mouth with one hand to keep his tongue inside. “What’s up, little man? All I heard yesterday is that you wish you could be a dog and stay home from school for a change,” Mom said.
“Today’s special,” Dundee said turning to his friend who started to whine. “Gotta go, Buddy. Be a good dog, today.” He kissed his mom, then looked long into her eyes. Dundee hurried out the door to the bus stop, running on two legs instead of his usual four. It took longer this way, especially carrying a heavy backpack.
Tyler didn’t go with him, as usual. Instead, he sat on the top of the couch near the big window and stared at the boy running toward the other students. He rested his head on a cushion and covered his snout with his paws.
Mom sat on the couch watching for the bus, just to be sure all the students got on. She patted the family dog on the head and said into his blue eyes, “What’s the matter, Dundee? You look like a sad doggie today. Tyler will be home before you know it.” She kissed his snout and said, “Come on. I’ve got a dried pig’s ear for you, your favorite. Then you need to go out.”
Oh, great, just what I want, a pig’s ear. Bleah.
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