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Question: Write a story about a college athlete who had been training his pet labradoodle since he was a puppy. His efforts paid off and his dog could do all manner of tricks and was very well trained. The curly furred dog was no longer a pup, but he loved him all the same. One morning, he woke up and reached over his bed to pat his dog, only for his hand to reached bare skin. Looking down he saw a man roughly his age, asleep on his dog's bed, wearing nothing but his dog's collar. He then noticed that the sleeping man's hair was the exact shade as his dog's fur, and was even curled the same. He called out his dog's name and the man blinked awake, stretching slightly, before excitedly wriggling and barking. Despite sounding slightly odd coming from a human throat, his dog's bark was recognisable anywhere. He pet his human dog and was rewarded with the usual licks. As he settled down to eat breakfast, he pondered what could have caused this, chuckling at the sight of his human dog on all fours, happily eating from his bowl, still wearing nothing but his collar. Maybe finding him some clothes would be a good idea, then trying to teach him to walk up straight.
Nate was used to early mornings. Between classes and college baseball training, the snooze button never stood a chance. But what always made those 5 AM starts better was Rex, his loyal Labradoodle. Ever since bringing him home as a rambunctious fluffball, Nate had trained him with endless patience. Rex sat, pawed, rolled over, played dead—he could even do fancy agility courses, and his curly cream fur was the envy of the dog park. That morning, though, something felt off before Nate even opened his eyes. He stretched out, half-asleep, to scratch Rex’s favorite spot behind his ear—and instead of soft, springy curls, his hand brushed against warm, bare skin. Eyes snapping open, Nate sat up. Where Rex’s bed used to be a pied tangle of dog, now sprawled… a man. About Nate’s age, his hair a wild mop of familiar curls, its color unmistakably Rex’s. His long limbs were awkwardly arranged and, Nate noted with a blush, the only thing he wore was Rex’s red collar snug against his neck. “Mornin’?” Nate blurted, brain whirring. The man didn’t respond with words. Instead, he yawned widely, shook his head out in a flurry—dislodging hair just like Rex did after a bath—and gave a wriggly bark that was unmistakably his dog’s ‘good morning!’ greeting, if much stranger echoing in a human tone. “...Rex?” Nate tried, hesitantly. The man's eyes lit up, and he immediately scrambled onto all fours, bum wiggling with joy, before trying to lick Nate’s hand. “Okay. Okay, this is really happening,” Nate mumbled, letting out a stunned laugh as he ruffled the man’s—no, Rex’s—head. “Good boy.” That earned him another happy bark and a nuzzle so familiar Nate felt his anxiety begin to fade, replaced by incredulous amusement. He led his new human-dog to the kitchen, where Rex happily scampered on all fours to his usual bowl, giving Nate a loving look before digging in, collar jangling. Only now, it was cereal and milk, not kibble, all over Rex’s—feet? Hands? Nate chuckled through his nerves as he made himself toast. Rex put his chin on Nate’s knee, gazing up at him with pleading brown eyes. “Well, buddy,” Nate said at last, “I guess the first trick I teach you today is how to use a fork. And maybe how to walk on two legs. But… let’s find you some pants first, huh?” As he rummaged in his drawers for some shorts and a t-shirt, Nate found himself grinning. Rex, whether four legs or two, was still his best friend—and maybe his unique obedience training would pay off in brand new ways. First, breakfast. Then, dog-walking. Literally.
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