The Beagle Who Stole My Life
Language: en
I woke up, and I had swapped bodies with my dog. Tomorrow was the day I was supposed to take her to be euthanized. But now... My dog—no, my owner—is staring at me through the glass door, her face twisted in a snarl that looks horrifyingly human. She pushes the door open, step by step, walking toward me with madness in her eyes. I see it clearly now. The butcher knife she’s hiding behind her back. She’s going to kill me.