You wince and close your eyes as there's another flash of light. When it clears seconds later, you find yourself in the same position. Looking down quickly, you see that you're still yourself. Breathing a sign of relief, you grasp out for the boy's hand but, much to your dismay, it simply passes through thin air. Wincing, you look down.
Collapsed on the pavement, shifting its legs and whining, is a very young German shepherd puppy. It blinks its eyes and looks around in confusion before looking up at you and the keys. Obviously scared of what you've done to him, he mewls in terror and swivels his ears when he hears the bitch barking at him. She comes running up and sits down beside him, licking him affectionately and making soft wuffling noises at him.
"Fuck me, what is with this thing and German shepherds!?" you cry, taking a step back to take stock of the situation. Keith comes and sits down beside you, looking up with sympathy but obvious irritation. "Can you understand her and her son?" You ask, pointing to the bitch and the new puppy. She growls and bares her teeth but goes back to comforting her son. Keith barks once, which you take as a yes. "Well, can you tell her I didn't mean to do that?"
Keith turns in the direction of the bitch and barks a few times. Hearing his appearant message, she turns to you and growls. Then, she ather unceremoniously picks up her son in her mouth. He wriggles and squirms as she walks over over to you, placing him down in front of you. She obviously wants you to feel guilty for what you've done. You sigh deeply. "Look, lady, I'm sorry what happened to your son but this is clearly your fault. If you hadn't have bitten by hand I wouldn't have accidentally pressed the button and your son wouldn't be like this."
That was the wrong thing to say. Growling, the bitch springs up, placing her front paws on you shoulders, sending you crashing to the asphalt. She growls and starts nipping at your face while you try to throw her off. Keith growls and comes to your rescue, jumping on the bitch and biting her back, trying to throw her off.
In your struggle the three of you roll over the keys, causing them to move again. "SHIT!" you yell as another beam of light flashes.