My Dog is a Werewolf?

Chapter 1

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I felt a soft tap on my shoulder as I was cleaning table six. Quickly glancing behind me, I saw my coworker Amy with an awkward facial expression, her hands hidden behind her back.

"What's up?" I said putting the container of dirty dishes down onto the table and turning around to face her. "Well, to make this short, a seven-year-old boy just lost his burrito. All over the bathroom wall. And since I was on barf duty last week, it's your turn." She said revealing her hands and  a bucket with a bottle of bleach and disinfectant spray along with some rubber gloves. "I'll finish cleaning tables six through twelve so it's fair." She finished with a small empathetic grin.

Amy had easily become my great friend of mine since I moved here, nearly a year and a half ago. On the surface, we seem like polar opposites; Amy was friendly, flirty, and perpetually ebullient, whereas I was considerably more bashful, sarcastic, and witty.

I went into the musty closet next to the bathroom for more cleaning supplies and also grabbed the yellow and black plaid boots that Amy and I shared for when we have to clean the occasional kids' puke. It's their fault they ordered a cinnamon bun waffle, a plate of bacon, and a tall Mountain Dew.

I unexcitedly slipped both rubber gloves on and the boots grabbing the bottle of bleach and disinfectant and making my way to the bathroom.

Slowly pushing the bathroom door open with my foot, I took my last breath of breathable air before the smell of this bathroom would reach my nose.

These fumes are more toxic than Britney Spears.

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I ended up getting home around nine o'clock that night. That vomit fiasco held me up for a whole extra hour after my shift was originally supposed to end, and I still had to go to the pet supply shop to get Duke a new bag of his favorite dog food.

I found Duke, or more accurately Duke had found me, a year and a half ago when he wandered onto my porch during a rainstorm. He had scratched at the front door trying to get someone's attention to open it. I opened the door, hearing a small cry at my feet. He had given me the famous puppy eyes and pout and I caved almost instantly. Sensing he got what he wanted, he stood up, his tail wagging incessantly he waltzed in and sat down next to the small brick fireplace like it had been his home his entire life. He didn't have a collar and there were no missing dog posters around town so I took him in.

It was a risk, letting a random dog in your house. I knew that, but for some reason, he gave me an extra sense of security. Plus, he's become my best friend.

I've found that it's slightly cheaper to buy the inconvenient 40-pound bag than to get the easily transportable 10-pound bag. Which explains why I was exhausted and out of breath sitting on the floor, leaning against my front door with the tall bag of kibble slumped over next to me. Lugging that all the way to your front door is challenging when you have next to no muscle. It's wasn't even that long of a distance but I still struggled.

As I caught my breath, I hear the clicking of Duke's nails against the old hardwood, which means one thing. Well, actually two. One, he's going to probably attempt to lick  nearly all of my make up off while I attempted to shield my face, and two he's hungry.

Duke was a beautiful dog, a large all black husky with bright blue eyes and a silky coat. At least that's what I figured he was, but truthfully he could've been a mutt this whole time as I had no way of really knowing. He was always affectionate and energetic. I don't know how he never seems to run out of energy, a trait I wished I possessed.

He's used to eating at 7 so these extra hours must have dreadful for my poor dog. I mean I would much rather wait a couple hours to be fed than to clean up lost food off bathroom a bathroom floor and walls.

And that's when his slimy tongue brushed against my cheek. I could never hold the giggles in when he licks my cheeks so I hastily pushed myself up from the floor until I'm standing up.

He looks at me and then at his bowl. At me then at his bowl. "Alright, alright. I get that your hungry." I say bending down to grab his bowl, with yet another ambush of licking to my face. "Thanks, Duke." I said wiping his drool off my cheek with the sleeve of my jacket, which I still haven't taken off.

I grabbed some scissors and cut open the bag and grab my measuring cup. I scooped and poured his kibble into his bowl as he excitedly sits and watches. I placed his bowl on the floor next to his water bowl, and he waited for me to look at him and give him the signal to eat, and as soon as I do he gets up and starts to eat.

While he ate, I put a microwaveable dinner in the microwave and let it cook. The microwave alarm went off at the same time that Duke finished eating. I brought the tray of hot food over towards the kitchen table. Before I sat down I let Duke out into the backyard to go do his business. I didn't have to worry about him, he was always quick to come back and just overall, incredibly obedient. Sitting down, I turn on the small television in the small living room, which I can see from my spot at the table, and watch an episode of Grey's Anatomy.

While I was finishing up the episode, I let Duke back inside after hearing his scratching at the door. He went and lied down on his plush dog bed in the living room. After a couple minutes, it already looked like he was falling asleep. I got up and threw out the empty plastic tray and turn the television off. I headed down the hall into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of baggy sweatpants from high school and pair it with an old band t-shirt. With that in hand, I headed out of my room into the bathroom to start my shower.

I turned the water all the way up so it could get it's hottest, and undressed from this ugly diner uniform. Our boss wants to keep the vibe of the place from the 1960s, which is when his grandfather founded the diner. The waitresses are forced to wear a polka dot blouse with sleeves that are mid length, and solid color pants, usually black or khakis. Not a good look in my opinion. I turned the water down to a bit colder setting and hop in, and then I turned it back up a little bit again and started my shower routine.

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After I had dried off with my towel, I put on my pajamas. Then I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. Once I was all done, I tossed my uniform into my laundry basket and walked into my room.

As I slid under the covers and plugged my old phone into the charger, Duke came sleepily wandering in and lied down on the area rug next to my bed. I reached down towards the ground stroking the top of his head. I took my hand back, and turned my lamp off, and lied my head on the plush pillow as the room went dark.

"Good night Duke." I said before closing my eyes.

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Authors Note: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for giving this book a try! I originally wrote a few chapters of this book when I was fourteen but then I ended up losing motivation to progress any further. Luckily, I didn't delete it, so now here I am, revising and adding onto it.

I hope you enjoy wherever I end up taking this. :)