The Beagle Who Stole My Life

Summary

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.