Life as a dog – option A

After my family tried for a long time and found that it didn’t work, I think they also gave up the idea of changing my mind. In the days that followed, I often found them arguing about something and occasionally looking at me. I wasn’t quite sure what they were arguing about, but my intuition told me that something about me must be about to happen.

Eventually, they made the choice that I wasn’t right for their family, much less their children. They decided to send me back to Shelter. I looked at their eyes full of reluctance, there was nothing they could do.

When I saw the familiar shelter building, I started to struggle, I really didn’t want to go back to this place, I still wanted to stay at home and sunbathe on the balcony. But I knew it was too late, it was just the way it was. The thought of that gloomy room, the awful smell, and the unpalatable food made me desperate.

The thing was meant to happen.

If only I could speak human language, they would understand my feelings and be able to better understand my intentions, and there wouldn’t be so many misunderstandings, and the ending would be different, right?

Suddenly, I woke up with a start. I was still inside that cage, not even changing position. I smelled it and found that it was right, it was the same cage I was living in before. It turns out that everything that just happened was a dream, where there is no family, no balcony, it was all a dream. But the dream was so real as if I had just eaten that delicious food and was sunbathing on my favorite balcony yesterday.

Just as I was reminiscing and trying to recall this unbelievably real dream, the door outside opened and someone was saying something as if they were picking out a different dog. eventually, their feet stopped in front of my cage, and a man with a beard smiled and said to me, “That’s it.”