You wait impatiently as the phone rings, tail swaying side to side. The sensation was odd, but not displeasing. So far all you found that
you missed were your fingers and thumbs. Punching the phone number to the apartment you and Brad shared with just your nose was
frustrating and clumsy.
Finally...
"Hullo?" you hear his voice, groggy from just waking up on the other end.
"Braaaaad. Hi," you answer, and you can actually hear him gasp I shock on the other end.
"Babe! I... I didn't think you'd call... Did you make it to the resort okay?"
"Oh, I did, and you would not believe this place. First they talked to me like I was a dog, then they brought me to a kennel, then I began
acting like a dog, and then - holy crap, Brad, I turned into one. Isn't that weird?"
"I uh... I have no idea what you're talking about, sweetie, did you have a dream?"
Lying bastard, you think. And then you hear it. Someone else, breathing.
"Who's with you?" you ask.
"Nobody, babe, I swear..."
"There is someone there, I can hear her breathing..."
"Babe, you've gone crazy, you..."
That's when you start frantically, angrily barking into the receiver - loud and furious.
"Don't LIE to me, you asshole! You send me away, turn me into a dog so I'll be none the wiser while you have another woman in OUR
BED?! I want you OUT of my apartment, OUT of my home, OUT OF MY LIFE! And if you aren't by the end of the week, you will suffer
for it, I swear!"
"Babe, I..."
"Don't, Brad. Just don't. I'm going to enjoy my week as a dog, and by the time I get home, you are gone, you hear me? Gone."
At that, you slam your paw on the red button and hang up, feeling the need to seriously blow off some steam.