{"sf1_id":1604575,"sf2_id":"rn6k0J01","title":"You Dumb dog, short story by me","author":"DogTFPhotoManipsAndMore","words":1491,"posted_at":"2020-07-17T23:20:00.000Z","tags":["Canine","Comedy","Dog","Dog-tongue","Dumbness","Intelligence-loss","One-shot","Pet","Story","Teenager","drool","funny","slobber"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1604575-you-dumb-dog-short-story-by-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6k0J01","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/50/43/5043810c-dadf-4fbd-9d18-469c070187a6","description":"#2 of Stories\n\nJack learns the hard way\nwhy eating food off from the floor is a terrible idea","content":"(Contains lots of slobber, dog tongue and unintelligence)\n\n  \n\n  \n\n\"You're such a good dog aren't you boy\".\n\nI was sitting on the floor of my bedroom, petting Dozer\u0026nbsp;\n\nmy loveable boisterous St. Bernard Mastiff mix.\n\n  \n\nHe's been my best friend for nearly 8 years\u0026nbsp;\n\nsince I was 7 and he was just 9 weeks old.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nWe've always been together\u0026nbsp;\n\nand if I were to describe my dog he's tough, nice, and a heart of gold.\n\n  \n\nI looked into Dozers\u0026nbsp;\n\ndeep caramel brown eyes and smiled.\n\n  \n\nHe gave me his version of one too\n\nand flopped out his wet pink tongue.\n\n  \n\nI began hearing a gurgling from my stomach\n\nI knew what that sign meant.\n\n  \n\n\"Hey boy since mum and dad aren't here at\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe moment why don't we go and raid the pantry.. for snacks\".\n\n  \n\nDozer raised his ears and wagged his tail\n\nat the mention of that word.\n\n  \n\nI stood up and got to my feet and struck a pose.\n\n\"To the kitchen away\".\n\n  \n\nWOOF!, said Dozer.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nDozer and I were not much later\n\nstanding together in the kitchen, I was looking in the pantry for Dozer's favorite dog biscuits\n\nand cookies and potato chips for myself.\n\n  \n\nSoon enough I found the treats.\n\n  \n\n\"Here you go boy\", I said taking one out\n\nfrom the packet and dropping it at Dozer's paws.\n\n  \n\nHe sure loved eating the\u0026nbsp;\n\nbacon flavoured kind, which is why my family always got them for him during our daily shopping trips.\n\n  \n\nAs I watched Dozer finishing up his snack\n\nI turned back to the pantry and went in search of the cookie jar.. The one that\u0026nbsp;\n\nsaid off limits when I was home alone.\n\n  \n\n\"Hmmm nope that ain't it\", I said pushing aside\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe box of captain crush cereal.\n\n  \n\nBehind that was a bag of dry banana chips,\n\ndefinitely not a food product I was fond of.\n\n  \n\nI threw that one\u0026nbsp;\n\nbehind the box of cereal in disgust.\n\n  \n\n\"Mum and dad can have those\n\n\u0026nbsp;all to themselves\".\n\n  \n\nFinally.. after a few more seconds of pushing and shoving away\n\nrandom food packets and boxes I found the jar of peanut butter cookies at last.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nWe didn't keep the chocolate chip kind like most families\n\nfor fear of Dozer accidentally getting ahold of one\u0026nbsp;\n\nbecause as most pet owners know, chocolate was poisonous to dogs.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nI took up the jar from its shelf and\u0026nbsp;\n\nunscrewed the wooden lid.\n\n  \n\nDozer observed me holding the jar of cookies\u0026nbsp;\n\nand licked his jowls and even slobbered a bit.\n\n  \n\n\"Sorry big boy but they aren't for you\" I said, solemnly\n\nlooking down at his big pleading eyes while I pulled a cookie out.\n\n  \n\nAs I was eating the delicious crumbly snack\u0026nbsp;\n\na piece of it broke off and landed on the floor.. Right next to Dozer.\n\n  \n\nHe was just about to woof it down\n\nwhen I told him, \"No\".\n\n  \n\nI set the jar down on the kitchen counter, out of reach of the dog\n\nand snatched up the piece of cookie from next to a disappointed looking Dozer.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nAs I brought it towards my mouth while muttering, \"five second rule\"\n\nI failed to notice that Dozer before had\u0026nbsp;\n\ndripped a glistening glob of drool on its side.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nI popped the piece into my mouth\n\nand started chewing.\n\n  \n\nDozer was still giving\n\nthe bring me food now face.\n\n  \n\n\"Don't give me that look I'll get you\u0026nbsp;\n\nanother treat in a second.. Mmm why does my mouth feels sticky?\".\n\n  \n\nDozer was panting\n\n\u0026nbsp;up at me then.\n\n  \n\nAfter smacking my lips a few times\n\nI left the kitchen, heading for the living room.\n\n  \n\n\"Let's watch some tv now\", I said to Dozer\n\nwho trailed at my heels as he normally did.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nSoon myself and Dozer were kicking back\n\nrelaxing and watching teenage mutant ninja turtles together\n\nwith him resting his great big head and massive paws on my knees.\n\n  \n\nA couple minutes later into an episode\n\nI soon noticed that my mouth still had that kind of weird feeling in it, as if I had\u0026nbsp;\n\nbeen chewing slimey bubble gum earlier.\n\n  \n\nFeeling a bit concerned I stuck my finger in my mouth then\n\nand felt around there.\n\n  \n\nIt did feel a lot slimier in there and my tongue was now smoother\n\nfor some reason.\n\n  \n\n\"Thaths weirdth\",\n\n  \n\nIt isn't exactly easy to talk\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith your own finger in your mouth.\n\n  \n\nI tried to take my focus away from that\u0026nbsp;\n\nand turned back to the television screen.\n\n  \n\n\"Pizzath is reallyth radicallol\".. \u0026nbsp;Huh??.\n\n  \n\nMy speech was still slurring even though I brought my finger\u0026nbsp;\n\nout of my mouth.\n\n  \n\nSomething weird was going on, also why was my shirt damp,\n\ndid Dozer get slobber on it?.\n\n  \n\nI turned my head around to gaze at him.\n\n  \n\nHe was still resting his head on my lap\n\nwith his eyes shut, I did not want to disturb him but I need to get off the couch\u0026nbsp;\n\nand find out what was going on with me.\n\n  \n\n\"Sorryeth abouth thisth boy\" I whispered, gently moving him over to the side.\n\n  \n\nI plodded my way to the bathroom\n\nhoping that I would not see anything abnormal about myself... But What I saw then in my reflection nearly made me\u0026nbsp;\n\nchoke to death on my own freaking saliva.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nMy tongue was longer, much longer in fact and dripping with thick wads of slobber\u0026nbsp;\n\nand not only that it definitely looked unlike that of a human's tongue.\n\n  \n\n\"WHATH THE FUTHCK??\".\n\n  \n\nWhen I spoke the big tongue\u0026nbsp;\n\ncurled back and fourth and over and around my lips.\n\n  \n\nThis was nothing\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut unnatural.\n\n  \n\nIt resembled the exact same tongue\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat Dozer always hung out of his mouth.\n\n  \n\nMy worst fears confirmed it,\n\nI had a dogs tongue now!.\n\n  \n\nI screamed my heart out, sending flecks of spit\n\nsplashing onto the glass mirror.\n\n  \n\n  \n\n\"I'mth turning into a dogth I musth be!!\", I shrieked.\n\n  \n\nWell.. That's what I thought.\n\n  \n\nI guessed fast who must have been the\n\nCause of this disgusting change.\n\n  \n\n\"Dooooozeeer\", I called out, sounding a bit cross.\n\n  \n\nNo answer.\n\n  \n\nBut- But he always comes when I call him.\n\n  \n\nI tried again.\n\n  \n\nI soon hear his padded feet trip trapping to\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe sound of my voice.\n\n  \n\nWRROOOF!, I suddenly bark out.\n\n  \n\nI cover my mouth in shock\n\n\u0026nbsp;and embarrassment.\n\n  \n\nDid I just let out a.. Dog Bark?.\n\n  \n\nDozer tilted his head with confusion\u0026nbsp;\n\nas he standed in the hallway just outside the bathroom.\n\n  \n\n\"Srrorryth boytho I don'th knowth whath cameth overth meeth\".\n\n  \n\nThings were getting worse it seemed.\n\n  \n\nFirst I get a dogs tongue, next I let out a big woof\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhat the Sam heck was happening with me??.\n\n  \n\nI sat down Unknown to myself that I was on my haunches\n\nand got deep into thought.\n\n  \n\nDozer walks over and licks the strands of drool\n\noff from my chin and mouth, YUCK.\n\n  \n\nWhat was more so disgusting was\n\nthat I wanted to lick him back.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nNot only that, I was having trouble with\u0026nbsp;\n\nthinking complex coherent thoughts.\n\n  \n\nRemembering even my own name\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas becoming tricky\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nMy name.. My name was.. Huh?\n\n\u0026nbsp;What was it again?.. Jim?, John?, Jock?... Jack?.. Oh yeah my name is Jack.\n\n  \n\nI felt panic rising up my\u0026nbsp;\n\nchest inside me as I was getting scared.\n\n  \n\n\"Why would I even forget my own name??.\n\n  \n\nIf I was able to look inside my head at that moment\n\nI would have noticed that my brain was losing some of its thinking power.\n\n  \n\nI tried in vain to calm down and pray\u0026nbsp;\n\nthis was just a silly nightmare.\n\n  \n\n\"Ohthkay calmth downth thisth is noth happeningth\n\n\u0026nbsp;justh ath.. Dreamth\".\n\n  \n\n  \n\nGreat now my way of\u0026nbsp;\n\ntalking was getting infected too.\n\n  \n\n\"Meeth havingth badth dreemth.\".\n\n  \n\n  \n\nI flopped out my muscular flat broad tongue\n\nand stared up at the ceiling blankly.\n\n  \n\nOh though I wasn't noticing it\n\nI was getting dumber each second.\n\n  \n\nDozer stared at me looking rather puzzled\n\nHis owner was not acting like himself, he knew that.\n\n  \n\n\"Duuuth prettthy colourths\", I mumbled staring\u0026nbsp;\n\nup at the pale yellow ceiling.\n\n  \n\nPuddles of slobber from my mouth\n\nwere splashing at my feet.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nDozer came closer to me, whimpering.\n\n  \n\nI peered at him not remembering\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat he was a dog or even his name anymore.\n\n  \n\nHe was a pretty funny\u0026nbsp;\n\nlooking.. bear or cat especially with those droppy floppy cheek things.\n\n  \n\n  \n\nI stumbled over on all fours and lapped at his face sloppily with my\u0026nbsp;\n\ntongue to see if he had a flavour.\n\n  \n\nBleurgh he tasted like fur balls and spit\n\nNevertheless I kept licking at him.\n\n  \n\nDozer averted his eyes as he was feeling uncomfortable\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith what me, his own owner was doing.\n\n  \n\n\"Woofth woofth meeth tha catth liketh youth\".\n\n  \n\nDozer.. Um The cat whatever went really close to me\u0026nbsp;\n\nand sniffed at my drool soaked face.\n\n  \n\nThere was intelligence in his eyes\n\nand just about none in mine.\n\n  \n\nI smacked together my\u0026nbsp;\n\nalready wet lips.\n\n  \n\n\"Meeth firstyeth wath waterth\".\n\n  \n\nAnd I had only just enough brain power\n\nto know where the toilet was.\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1586442-harley-s-barking-mad-revenge.json","next":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0XxAZm"}}