Ozzy seemed uncertain. He reached over and ran his hands through your long fur. He lifted the grey and white 3-6 inch strands of hair.
He grabs your head, and lifts the hair from your eyes, and nods his head.
"Yes, yes, you are indeed a shaggy dog. Not a breed, I've seen before, but I should be able to divine it now that I have a familiar."
"A shaggy dog? Oh, come on," you say.
He opens a book. The page is blank. He opens the ink well, and dips a plumed pen in it. Then he says, "Scrit Nom Animus!" And he drops the quill pen. You feel a surge of electricity flow through you.
The pen dances in the air over the blank page. Ozzy looks down and asks, "What's a Bratislavian Sheep Dog?" The pen adds, "Hound of Venice."
He furrows his brow, "Who is Venice?"
"Oh, great I'm trapped in a B Grade Disney Movie!" you exclaim, "Wait that dog could change back into a human. There's hope for me yet!"
"You're my familiar, you're not changing into anything else," snapped Ozzy waving his finger.
You feel weak. You yawn, and fall asleep again.