"This has to be some sort of joke, a chihuahua?" Chad snorted and laughed. He fastened the 18" collar around his neck, whoever heard of a Chihuahua with an -
Oh, oh! No!
"Rowf?" gasped Chad. His fingers stopped working as fingers, and the sauna started to grow huge around him. He yelped, in a higher pitch as he shrank. His claws scratched at the shrinking collar around his neck, and stared helplessly at the file papers that had fallen on to his bench and the bench below him. Color seemed to drain or shift in intensity. Chad crinkled his nose up as the scents of hundreds of sweaty young men filled his senses.
He was on the top bench of the sauna, and to a tiny chihuahua, it looked like he was on top of the gym looking down. His paws couldn't grasp like hands or he might have tried lowering himself. He just ran around in circles. He was amazed to see his tiny tail, and for a few moments actually chased it.
"Yip?" yapped Chad, as he stopped and shook his head. This couldn't be real, but it was! He involuntarily started to piss. His yellow stream covered the bench and soaked some of the envelopes.
There was a noise. The door started to open. Before he saw the man, he smelled him.
"Bad dog!" said the voice as he saw Chad on the shelf with pee everywhere.