This is a story I just recentley wrote, I'v never done this before so I hope its good.
King was walking down a sidewalk on his street one day. He needed to do some thinking, and the cold combined with the new fallen snow was helping him a lot. He was thinking about Bailey, his best friends cousin that he met over thanksgiving during his trip to Kansas. He knew that he was in love with her, and whether it was because he was a dog or not did not change the fact that he loved her. Because of this, he decided that he was going to make the most out of being a dog while he was one, whether he wanted to be one or not. The truth though, was that he had no idea where to start.
With his mind racing at 100 miles an hour, he almost didn’t see Fido walking up the street. Fido walked up and asked him how he was doing.
King replied “I’m fine, just thinking about some things.”
“Good” Fido said. “What kinds of things?” he asked.
“Just some personal things” King said. “Nothing I feel like talking about.”
King was really nervous, just like he was around any police dog (especially the ones who arrested him as a human), but he decided to try and make some small talk.
“So you have today off I guess.”
“Yea, I couldn’t have picked a better day to take off, I love the snow. What about you, do you like the snow?” Fido asked.
“Yes I do, but I came out for air more than anything.”
“Are you busy at all right now?”
“Not right now”
“Why don’t you come along with me for a little bit, I know something that might help you think.” Fido said.
King, figuring that it would not hurt to spend some time with Fido, and comforted by the fact that he was not on duty at the time, decided to go along. Also, he needed to get over his fear of the police dogs, and Fido seemed like he would be the right dog to help him do that.
King followed Fido into the woods, and started to notice something strange. Finally he realized what it was.
“Hey Fido, where is that mouse that sits on your head all of the time, I haven’t heard him at all.”
Fido replied “Oh, you mean Spo; he stayed home because it was too cold for him, being small as he is the cold could be dangerous for him.”
“Oh, that makes sense.” King never really thought about it, but being a dog, he always had a fur coat, and never needed more than his black scarf that he was wearing.
“Hey Fido, where are we going anyway; I’ve never been in this part of the woods before.” King asked.
“Right here” Fido said as they walked into a clearing about the size of the average yard in Babylon Gardens. It was a beautiful scene, the undisturbed snow, the way it sparkled in the light, the occasional flake or two that still fell from the sky; you could almost hear the beauty in the silence that surrounded the clearing. A place that any other time of year would probably just seem like a clearing in the woods, not capable of this kind of beauty whenever it snows.
Stunned by a kind of beauty that he has never seen before, King didn’t realize that he had been hit with a snowball. In fact, he did not realize he had been hit until the second snowball. King looked around and saw Fido standing at the edge of the clearing holding a third snowball, and realized that Fido did not just bring him here to admire the beauty, he picked up a hand full of snow and made his own snowball.
The snowball fight lasted for a little while, and by the end of it both dogs were tired, and they just lay in the snow for a few minutes, not saying anything.
Then Fido broke the silence saying “This is a favorite spot of mine for snowball fights, that and just thinking about things. This is actually the spot that I decided to become a police dog. I was coming here when I saw you walking down the sidewalk in deep thought, and decided that you might like to see this place, and a snowball fight just seemed right. I have been coming here for years, but I have to say, this is the most beautiful I have ever seen this place.”
Even after the snowball fight, the beauty was still something to see. It seemed that as long as even the smallest amount of snow was there, no matter how new or old, whether it was undisturbed, or it was all turned over, the beauty could never go away. King was sure that they crossed some kind of portal to another world because this kind of beauty could not exist on earth, could it?
Then he thought of Bailey, and how beautiful she looked the first time he saw her, and decided that it could, and they were still on earth.
“I don’t know what you were thinking about, but clearing your mind is good every now and then, and this place does just that.”
“Is that why you brought me here, or is there more to it?” King asked, feeling like Fido had another reason.
“Well, I have noticed that Fox is the only dog that you are really friends with, and I thought this might help you loosen up, show that the rest of us are friendly too.”
Well… that was true before Thanksgiving King thought, but now I have another friend, Bailey, and I almost wish I never heard of her. I mean, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and smelled, and she did get my watch/freewill thing back when that guy threw it in the lake, but at the same time, I have lost sight of whether I want to become human again or not. This is all way too confusing.
“Hey King, what do you want to do now?”
“What do you want to do; the snowball fight was my idea so let’s do something that you want to do.” Fido said.
King thought for a minute, and then suggested that they build a snow dog in the clearing. Fido agreed, and they started to roll the snow into big piles. Once they got the main body done, they started looking for anything they could use for the face and arms. While looking around the edge of the clearing, King remembered doing this as a kid, and how his pets had helped him. Then they took away the joy in his life for a long time when they kidnapped him.
Why was he thinking about this now? He wanted to stop thinking about it, to forget that it ever happened. Yet it felt that he would never be able to. At that point, he decided to ask Fido about what he thought about the story. Maybe it would help him if Fido felt sorry for him, even a little.
“You were there when the guy who tried to kidnap Fox was caught, is it true that as a kid he was kidnapped by his own pets?” King knew that it was true, of course, but he needed some way to sound like he didn’t know a lot about what happened.
“Well,” Fido said, “He did give tell us that as a kid his parents did not treat his pets right, so they ran away and took him with them because they did not want to leave him with them. But after a while, the pets became feral, and treated him as bad as his parents treated them.”
“Oh, really?” King said
“Yea, it would be a real sad story if it was true, but I think that he just made it up so we would feel sorry for him and he could…..”
“BUT IT IS TRUE!!” King yelled, not letting Fido finish.
Then realizing what he just did, he said “I mean, why would he be lying? If I was in the position of the pets, I would have done the same thing. And I would know better than you having lived with Pete as my owner. He wasn’t as bad as that guys parents from the sound of it, but he was the worst in the town! You have always lived with a nice owner and could never know how those pets felt, I can at least relate having lived with a jerk like Pete.”
“Sorry” Fido said. “I didn’t realize that you felt so strongly about it, and I do agree with you. I have never lived with an owner that was abusive, even one like Pete, and I am thankful for that. But it does mean that I can’t relate to pets that do like you could. And I also agree that if I did live with owners like that and decided to run away, I would probably take the kid with me too, but that’s not the reason that I think he lied to us.”
“It’s not?” King said with a puzzled look in his face.
“No, you see, we caught him when he was running away, and then he told us the story. After he went to jail, he had an appearance in court to decide what would happen to him. Everyone thought he was a victim of what happened to him as a kid, and that he thought he was trying to do a good deed, just got put with the wrong partner. So security at the court wasn’t as tight as it normally was, and he used the chance to escape.”
“To be honest, I think he just made the story up and hoped that the security at the court would turn out the way that it did. To be honest though, I believed the story at first. I thought he really wanted to help pets; he was just doing it the wrong way. Once he got to the court, he would realize what he did was wrong. And of course, he might even help them in the right ways. But he turned out to be just another dirty criminal, only thinking how he could escape.”
“Oh, what about the rest of the police dogs?” King asked.
“The same thing really, all of the police dogs felt sorry for him, until he escaped that is.”
“Including you?” King asked.
“Even me, I can’t believe I was so gullible.”
Oh, King thought, so he did believe the story, and would even feel sorry for me now if Pete never turned me into a dog. He felt strangely relieved that people did feel sorry for him, even if they didn’t now. He felt like a jerk for talking to Fido the way he did.
“Fido, I’m sorry for speaking to you the way I did, I never let you finish, sorry about that.”
“That’s okay, you expressed your opinion, and I don’t blame you for that.”
King had become so involved in the conversation that he didn’t realize that they had finished the snow dog during the entire thing. He stood back and realized that the snow dog looked like him. But it still looked incomplete for some reason, and then he realized that it did not have a scarf. That reminded him of how as a kid living on the streets with his “pets,” he was cold at night, and wished that he had a jacket, or even a scarf just like the one he had on now.
He decided to put his scarf on the snow dog. He had no idea why he did that, he just felt like he needed to.
When the scarf was on, King realized why he put it on the snow dog. It was so he could finally get over what happened all of those years ago. He felt leaving the scarf on the snow dog was like leaving his past with his past life, and even if he becomes a human again, it will still be left in the past, and he will be able to finally get over it.
“Huh, oh, sorry Fido, I keep spacing out” King said.
“That’s fine, are you going to be warm enough without your scarf?” Fido gave King a concerned look.
“Yea, I’ll be fine. I just felt like I had... had to put the scarf on him” King said as he looked at the snow dog.
“Ok, I think I understand. I don’t know what is going through your mind, but I think we should go walk around town and talk some.”
“I couldn’t agree more”
They both walk back to the town in silence, after seeing that clearing for the first time, King can’t get it out of his mind. He sees beauty everywhere that he looks in the woods now, and thinks that if he could never see this beauty as a human, he would stay a dog forever.
After arriving back in town, King and Fido start walking down the nearest sidewalk. Although it is starting to get dark, neither feels like they should go home yet. Finally, Fido asks the question that he has been meaning to ask King the entire day, but just never felt like the time was right.
“How come Fox is your only friend, you have been here a while and you seem like the kind of person a lot of people could get along with.”
“Well…..” King thinks for a minute, and then says “In all truth, I have never been good at making friends. The only reason me and Fox are friends is because he approached me first. If he did not do that, I probably wouldn’t have any friends right now.”
“I see” Fido said “But hasn’t fox tried to help you make some friends? I know he has, that’s just the kind of guy he is.”
“Yes he has, he invited me to the Good Ol’ Dogs club once, which was the time your brother Bino gave me the catnip present/bomb. Even though I know most of the other dogs are not like your brother and most felt like that was a mean joke to play and stopped talking to him for a long time over it.
“Me included” Fido said “That present was uncalled for.”
“I just never trusted most of them after that. I know that I can, but I still have a hard time with it. The reason I still trusted Fox is because he was already my friend. That, and the fact he was friends with police dogs like you, so I figured he was above that kind of stuff.”
Fido nodded his head slowly, showing that he understood, then asked “But then why did you never become friends with any of the police dogs, I’m the only police dog in the town who is in the club, most of the others don’t have time for it.”
“Well,” King started, he didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to tell the truth either. “Well, when I was a puppy, I was always small compared to everyone because of my breed, and the police dogs where I grew up were so big, and had such authority, I was always afraid of them. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they were very nice to everyone, including me, but it’s hard to not be afraid of someone who seems ten times your size and has the ability to send you to jail. Every time I see a police dog uniform, I think back to when I was afraid, and just can’t be comfortable near one. The only reason that I was able to spend the day with you is because you’re off duty, so I don’t see a police dog when I look at you right now.”
Fido smiled, and then said “Well I’m glad for that, I don’t want to make you nervous or uncomfortable.”
For King, this brought back memories of Bailey, how nervous he was around her, how she made him feel accepted at the house, how she stood up for him, and how he has fallen in love with her.
Everything he had been thinking of before Fido approached him today came back all at once. At that moment, he decided to try and start answering some of the questions in his head, and decided to ask Fido one of them.
Fido turned his head and looked at King “What?”
“You noticed that I have been distracted today, well, I have a question for you that I have been thinking about for a while. Let’s say that you are in love with someone, and you had a choice between two lives. One life is a life that you live with your love forever, but not the life that you want. The other life is the life that you want; however, you can never see your love again. Which one would you choose?”
“You mean like moving away or staying?” Fido asked
“Yes” King said. Turning back into a human is not really like moving, but he could think of nothing else to compare it to that wouldn’t sound weird.
“That’s simple, because there is only one choice” Fido said.
“Only one choice?” King gave Fido a confused look.
“Let me explain, the answer would be the first choice. If you were living with a person that you truly love, someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, then that is the life that you want. So in that case, the second answer would never exist. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“Yes I do” King said. And he knew that Fido was right, and that he was in love with Bailey. However, he knew there was a difference between moving away and being turned into a human. He knew that he would always be in love with Bailey while he was a dog, and would miss her if he could never see her again, but what if he was turned back into a human?
Would he still be in love with a dog if he was human again, or would she simply become a memory that he would eventually forget? He wasn’t in love when he was turned into a dog, so he didn’t know what would happen if he was turned back. While he had never heard of a human falling in love with an animal, no one had fallen in love then been turned back into a human as far as he knew.
He now realized that the question was would he be able to live with himself if he made the wrong decision? What if he is in love with Bailey the way Fido described and would be happy to spend the rest of his life with her without regret, but turns into a human and is still in love with her?
And what would happen if he is not truly in love with Bailey, that this is just some hormone driven feeling, if it was, it would not last forever. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t love her, and then he would be stuck as a dog, and have nothing to show for it. And if the choice to turn into a human came too soon, he might not know if it was hormones or not. The only way to know that is time, something he might not have.
The choice was going to be a hard one, the hardest choice in his life, and something in his gut told him if he chose wrong when the time came, he would never be able to change his mind.
“What? Oh sorry Fido, I didn’t hear you.”
“I’ll say, I had to yell to get your attention. I just want to say that I need to go. I’m on duty tomorrow, and it’s starting to get late. I need to get up early tomorrow so I can get there on time.”
“Ok, I understand. I’ll see you around town sometime.”
King thought about what had happened today, how hard Fido had tried to make him fell accepted, and help him with his problems. He even helped him start thinking about some of the right things, as far as being turned back into a human is concerned.
While he still had more to think about, King finally realized where he needs to start in order to make the most out of being a dog, something he wants to do whether he becomes a human again or not.
King calls to Fido and runs to catch up to him.
“Huh, what’s going on?” Fido asks.
“Fido, I want to thank you for today, you helped me put my mind on track, and I just made a decision. I would like to start making more friends, and I would like to start with the police dogs that you work with. I can’t be afraid of them forever, and as long as you or Fox are with me, I think that I will be ok around them now. Do you think that the next time you have the day off, we could go meet them and maybe do something together? I mean if you have no plans already.”
Fido looks at King, smiles, then says “Sounds like a plan, is next Wednesday fine, we should all have off unless a big case comes along, and we have nothing planed.”
“That sounds perfect, see you next Wednesday”
Jeff "Clavy" Civit