You sigh and look at your new dog. "Look, Keith. I'm not sure how these things work. It's like its random. If I hit this again, you could end up worse than you are now." Keith whines, but sits obediently. "We'll head home and think about this."
She jumps into the seat of the sports car and waits. You head home, bring her into the house and both sit in the living room and stare at each other. "What are we going to do?" you ask.
Keith whines, and paws at the pocket with the fob in it. She clearly wants you to hit the button.
"If I hit this, you might turn back into you, but it seems almost random what this thing does. It might turn you into a moose, a baked potato or a sea urchin." Keith stops pawing, then settles down. You rub her behind the ears. "Is it so bad, being a dog?" you ask.
**
Weeks pass. The fear of what might happen if you hit the button has kept the both of you away from it. After a few days, you buy your new dog a lovely pink leather collar, register her and get her shots, and give her a more appropriate name, Athena.
Athena took some time to get used to the idea, but she starts to even enjoy it. She throws herself into the role of a pet, and even takes up the joy of fetching and playing with other dogs. At some point, you're both sitting and watching TV when the thought crosses your mind, "Athena, have you given any thought to having puppies?"
You expect her to bark back at you angrily, but instead she looks at you and tilts her head in a way that surprises you.
By the next time she goes into heat, you've already made arrangements to leave her with a breeder for a few days. In a few months, you're going to have a litter of puppies.