Personal Narrative: A Wet Dog

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One cold, and rainy night before I went to bed, I smelled wet dog for some reason. I didn’t think anything of it and went to bed. That next morning when I woke up, I didn’t feel the same at all. I looked under the blankets, and all I saw was a bunch of brown hair. I was very confused so I got up to look in the mirror. It felt really weird as I got out of bed because I landed on four legs instead of two. When I got to the mirror, I saw a dog! I thought to myself that I was dreaming and it wasn’t real. I tried pinching myself with my tiny paw that used to be a hand, but I only ended up scratching myself with my sharp claws. I was not dreaming, because I sure did feel the pain as I scratched