What a dog's life

Chapter 2 - What a dog's life

"My skull might be buzzing," Tyla stammered, reaching for her head. Only slowly did her eyes get used to the pale light of the moon. It wasn't hard to tell that it was deep night.
"What am I doing here anyway and at such a time. It smells of damp earth and I'm terribly cold. Just think hard, so I had a terrible nightmare. Chris was dead and me, too, right? No, I should save him. But that's just bullshit and don't answer me what has happened now! I haven't been to a party, haven't had anything to drink, so I can't have a tear in the film. Then maybe it wasn't Dream…?"
Tyla shook her aching head and clenched her teeth tightly in the pain. Only when the piercing throbbing slowly became less did she want to get up from her lying position. But when she tried to stand up, she stumbled like a drunk and landed with a thud immediately in the dirt again.Tyla no longer understood the world, she looked down at herself in horror. Her eyes widened and, after carefully sighting her whole body, she screamed from full lungs:
"Oh my god, oh god, oh god ... my hands, my skin ... what? It wasn't a dream! I - I am a dog! Oh my god, I am a dog! I have to dream, there is no other way. "
It wasn't missing much that she would have fainted again on her back. In disbelief, she dared to reassure herself whether it would have been just a short daydream. Black, velvety, short fur, brown, big, sweet button eyes, two cuddly floppy ears, a damp, small dog's muzzle, like four hard-to-coordinate, tap paws, was what she saw. Your new body that was not based on a dream. Only her backside could not be seen. But of course this area of ​​her body interested her, like every girl. At the back of the table she began to turn in a circle to catch a glimpse of her rod, but to no avail.Exhausted from rushing afterwards, she let herself fall back on the floor.
"I'm a Labrador puppy, a dog! How am I supposed to save Chris? Oh dear. This is total madness ..., exactly, it has to be, I've lost my mind, wouldn't it be surprising, would it? I'm for a garbage again, I'm a dog. But how am I supposed to get home like that?
Without further ado she set out to tackle this problem, but she did not get very far. It was only a few steps, then she stumbled and fell. Furious, she began to curse herself and her situation:
"Damn, how are you supposed to run with four legs. Aaah, that's two too many! What a bloody crap. I hate it, I hate everything. It's beyond belief! At that pace I'll be in four weeks good luck, just out of this fucking forest. "
Disappointed from the severe setback, she gritted her teeth together and full of anger and determination she tried again and indeed, this time she had already reached several meters, on which she only brushed a tree two or three times.Fortunately, she gradually got used to her new body, at least in terms of walking.
Tyla had already covered a considerable distance when she realized that she was lost. She looked fearfully into the darkness that surrounded everything. The trees were huge, much larger than she was used to, and the black leaves were blowing ominously in the wind. Horrible noises came from all over the place, making the blood run cold in her veins. Her ears ached from the noisy sounds that made her feel as if her hearing was about to burst. Panic, a feeling all too familiar to Tyla, overwhelmed her. The little dog hopped around hectically, almost hysterically. She growled into nothing, bared her teeth even though nothing was to be seen. And then suddenly what her senses tried to warn her all the time happened. A huge owl pounced down on them from the black starry sky. Just at the very last moment, Tyla jumped aside and narrowly escaped the hungry owl's flashing claws.For a tiny moment the two looked at each other. The yellow, glowing eyes of the owl penetrated Tyla and gripped by fear of death all she had was to flee. She ran as fast as her four little paws carried. She jumped over small branches that blocked her way and never fell down. Again and again she tried to listen to see if the owl was still following her, but she couldn't. The wind whistled around her ears and drowned out all other noises. After hundreds of meters, complete disorientation, the little bitch went limp. Exhausted, her short legs buckled and finally she lay there panting. After her breathing returned to normal a little, she looked around. To her relief, the owl had already given up and that gave Tyla a little sense of security.
"Well, that was something, I really don't get that much action. Why did it have to be a dog ?! Oh, none of that does anything, so fine, where am I here?"Although I'm slowly giving up hope of ever finding home. But hmm ... wait a minute, what's that? "
The little dog's ears twitched and a feeling of comfort filled them. Finally there was hope for her again.
"There's a street. Yes, I can hear the cars very clearly, so it can't be far. Should that mean that I'm lucky for a change. I'm sure, now the tide is turning, ha!"
Tyla got up quickly again. She jumped on her paws and padded on, relying entirely on her hearing. As expected, it did not take long for Tyla to finally find her way out of the dark forest and arrive at what seemed gigantic to her church.
"Finally, I thought I would never find my way out of this forest. But now everything will be fine, now I know again where I am and where I have to go. Now the only question is," How ". I need to walk I am sure for a whole day if I run continuously.Think about it, it takes about an hour by car. But that's a car and I'm a dog with a leg length of, God knows how short. I have to stay calm and think, because if I panic and self-pity again now, not only will I be lost, but Chris will be too. So Tyla, you can do it, just keep calm ...! ", she encouraged herself.
Gently wagged her tail across the floor as she sat and gazed thoughtfully at the sky. The crescent moon was reflected in her eyes and determination was marked on her face.
Suddenly, after sitting and thinking for a long time, the brilliant idea came to her.
"I've got it! The bus. I have to somehow get on the bus, if I sit in it, I can get home very easily, without much effort, without painful paws and, above all, without spending a lot of time. Ha, I'm so good ! Well, let's get started, off to the bus stop. "
She was almost bursting with happiness and pride and if someone had seen her, he would have been able to testify that dogs can also smile and laugh.It wasn't quite clear to her where she got these powers from, but she didn't worry about that for long. She got up quickly and started running. She was walking across the cemetery and this time that cold, intimidating feeling of fear crept into her bones. Without really wanting to, she was getting faster and faster. Only when she reached the street did she brake. Quite unnecessarily she looked to the right and finally to the left, another time to the right and then ran to the opposite side of the street. From there she could already see the bus stop sign in the yellowish glow of the dirty street lamps. Cheerfully, she made big jumps towards the stop, but when she arrived at her destination, she was faced with a new challenge, the timetable. It was an ordinary wooden house, as was often found at bus stops. Under the little shelter was a bench half a meter above the ground.The timetables hung over the wooden bench on the wall of the shelter, locked in a glass box. Tyla knew at a glance what to do. She was standing right in front of the small bench and preparing to jump. The small front paws already stretched upwards, she jumped off. Just as she managed to hold onto the wood with her claws. With great effort she pulled herself up and after a great deal of effort she had finally made it. A relieved, hearty blow was listening, Tyla was already fit again and ready to continue. Still a little wobbly on her hind legs and both front paws firmly pressed against the pane of glass.
"Ha, ha, so far so good. But ... oh no! What time is it now? That can't be all! Everything goes wrong, I can't anymore, my legs hurt and I'm dead tired, but worst of all, all the effort was completely in vain! "
Disappointed and annoyed by her own stupidity, she collapsed on the bench.Tucked away all fours, she lay on her back and thought tensely about what to do next. Far and wide was not a single soul left on the street. Tyla knew that it had to be in the middle of the night and for better or worse no bus would drive at such an hour, and no bus driver would take for a little Labrador puppy anyway. She looked at the stars with a grin. It was the first time since she had awakened that she had time to step inside to try, if only partially, to understand what had happened. Everything was so confusing, barely understandable and certainly not to be explained, but still she was filled with a joy that she didn't even know existed. So innumerable thoughts flew through her head, pictures that flitted past like on a screen, memories that showed experiences with Chris and her other friends, moments that she had spent with her mother, but also all the experiences and feelings that the terrible news followed.She remembered exactly the day she found out. It was like a movie in her head.

Her mother came into her room with tears in her eyes. There were only a few days left to the end of the summer vacation and Tyla had just been cleaning her room, dusting and moving furniture around. The CD player was running and she was excited to finally see Chris again, who had been with his grandmother in New York for the past two weeks. Tyla remembered exactly the thoughts and words that uttered when her mother explained what had happened to her. It was a car accident, they said. It happened shortly after arriving at his grandmother's, he drove into the city in the morning, where the accident occurred shortly after 12 noon. The cell phone would