God answered my prayers!
Forget work; I’m a beagle now.
Oh how I miss sleep. Perhaps I’ll lay on this window sill.
Is that a fire truck? ARWOOO!
Good work. I deserve a nap.
Ow, my bladder. How does Bob do this? Poor guy. He’s a stronger beagle than I. If it’s in the bathroom, Master can’t be mad…
“Stephen! Wake up!”
Where am I?
Uh oh.
Ashley is mad. Why am I so…
Oh no.
Ashley passed out in her white cocktail dress.
“I’m so sorry, but I think it’s best that I go. I need to check on Bob.”
Just goes to show you: Maybe a dog’s life is not all that wonderful after all. Good story.