One name? No last name? Chad was intrigued. He opened the envelope marked Spike. There was a photo of a dog paperclipped to the paper. It looked like an information sheet.
Name: Spike
Address: 1414 N. Anton Avenue
That address sounded familiar. Chad's eyes shifted to the post it note.
"Good choice, you sly dog. It's the only one that let's you run around naked all the time. Just put on the dog collar, and transform. You may want to remove the string first, and leave your human baggage behind. If you don't, your fur will grow over the string, and you'll never be able to forget you used to be human. -your secret admirer".
Chad frowned. The info sheet said he 2.7 years old, had his shots, graduated from obedience school. There was a dog collar with a tag attached. The address. Chad face palmed, he looked at the name of Spike's owner, and phone number, and back at the address.
This person wasn't serious, if he put the dog collar on he wouldn't really become a dog? As he held the collar, Chad shifted his buns, his tailbone was all tingly, and his smooth chest was covered with fine hairs.