After a brief examination by the doctor he turns to your Uncle and says, "You've got yourself a health little dog here Jack."
"Thanks, Dr. Matthews. My sister gave him to me to watch after. I came to get him a license."
"Right, my assistant told me. Have you decided which license you want?"
"Well I was hoping you could help me out with that. Do you think he is worth breeding? If not I don't really want to spend the extra money. Things are always a little slow at the costume shop when it's not time Halloween costumes."
"Well, I can't tell you what you should do, but I can tell you that it's unlikely that anyone will pay you to breed him. He's cute but he is a mutt."
"So you think I should get him fixed then?"
"Yeah, probably. It will save you some money."
Uncle Jack looked at you with concern. You stared back, willing him to not have you fixed. He seemed to come to a decision and turning to the vet says, "Okay, doc. Lets do it."
"Alright. I'll go get the operating room set up and my assistant will be in shortly to give John-John a shot to put him down for the operation." Dr. Matthews got up and left the room.
"Uncle Jack, you can't do this to me." you try say. Of course all that comes out of your mouth is barking and yipping.
"It's okay boy." Uncle Jack says petting your head. "You'll hardly even miss them. It's not like you even know what there for."
You'd suspected before that your Uncle had forgotten about you being his nephew when you turned into a dog, but now you were almost certain of it. You didn't know your Uncle well, but you were fairly sure that he wouldn't have you castrated if he knew you were once a human, right?
When the assistant came in holding a needle you tried to back away from him but Uncle Jack held you in place. "Don't struggle now John. It will all be over soon." You felt the needle as it slid into your skin and felt the drugs being injected.
"He should be going to sleep soon." the vet's assistant said to Uncle Jack. "I'll come back and check on him in a couple of minutes." He dropped the used needle into a sharps container and closed the door behind his as he left the room.
Uncle Jack continued to pet you as the chemical induced tiredness began to overtake you. "When you wake up you'll be back at my house." Uncle Jack said. "I'll send your Mom a picture when your done."
Your last thought before sleep finally claimed you was, 'He does remember who I was.' Then all was black.