Rick shrugged. He has no idea what kind of dog Chad changed into. The spray works on the subject's DNA, and changes human to canine. Chad could be anything from a Great Dane to a Chihuahua. That was the cool thing about the prank. Odds were that Chad was a mutt, but whether he weighed close to his original weight or was teacup sized was anybody's guess.
Bruno rolled his eyes, and bluffed.
"Sorry, I don't know. See I didn't see the dog. My buddy's girlfriend just got him- the dog, not my buddy- anyway, she lost him near the school. Uh, yeah, I'll tell him to tell her to contact you. Uh, the dogs you brought in? Are they available for adoption? Just thinking, you won't give her dog away? And if she can't find her dog, um, maybe?"
"We hold all new captures for 72 hours, before offering for adoption, if not adopted within 30 days, the animals are euthanazed."
"Uh, are all the dogs caught at the shelter on Pine?"
"All the dogs we catch are at the Pine Street facility. If it is county or the neighboring county or city, it would be at their facilities. The county facility is off Hwy 69, and neighboring Pittsboro City's animal shelter is on 10th Avenue."
"Thank you. Oh, what are your hours?"
"We close in 20 minutes, and open tomorrow at 8am."
Click.
"Okay, Rick there are six possible dogs at the shelter on Pine, and 3 or 4 other possible shelters. They hold the dogs three days before adopting them. And the shelter closes in 20 minutes. So now what?"
Rick sighed, "Why did you have to put the can in his locker?"
Bruno sneered, "I don't have pockets in my Speedo, and I'd look pretty silly carrying the can around with me. Besides, you told me to meet you at his locker at 4. Chad normally isn't there until 4 anyway. He'd never use a spray can you or I offered him, unless we used it first. He's been pranked too many times. You didn't tell me not to put it in his locker," Bruno added pointedly.
"Right," said Rick in a defeated tone. Then he perked up, "first, we check by Chad's house. Mutt boy's likely would go home, unless animal control caught him. Then we can swing by animal control, and see whether any dogs come when we call Chad's name. And then, we will see," Rick sounded uncertain.
"Right, Chad's house first."
Meanwhile, Todd was dragging Chad into the veterinarian's office. Chad knows he's a dog now, but he freaks about being naked in public, even if he is a dog. Todd has to pull him out of the car, and across the parking lot. Chad has a bad feeling about the veterinarian. He smells sick, dying animals.
"Relax, boy, you're just gonna get checked to make sure you're a healthy dog. I'm not going to fix you," Todd pleaded, "Come on, boy!"
A fat woman carrying a toy poodle in her large handbag waddled by them on her way into the veterinarians. She paused and said to Todd, "You should consider neutering him, they become much more compliant and obedient after snipping. Frou Frou was a holy terror before I had him fixed."
Chad whimpered and whined.
"Maybe she's right?" Todd asked, "I need to make sure that whatever changed you into a dog Chad, turned you into a healthy one. I don't want you getting ringworm or rabies before we can change you back. Do you?"
Chad relented and followed Todd into the vet's. He was clearly unhappy about it. He slumped and summer as Todd signed in. Todd picked up a brochure. Chad could see the photo of a happy dog on the cover, but the words no longer made sense to him. Todd sat down, and Chad lay at his feet. Todd read through the brochure about neutering dogs. It would make Chad more obedient...