Mark sneezed.
"Dude, I need my allergy meds. Stay here. Sit down. I'll be right back," said Mark.
Bryan felt odd. The words "stay" and "sit" seemed to take on a new compelling purpose. Where was he supposed to sit, if he was supposed to stay? He turned around three times and then decided to sit on his hauches where he was standing. His clothing was starting to fit wrong as his body changed and got furrier. He pulled at his shirt with his teeth ripping it off his canine torso.
Mark inhaled deeply from his inhaler. The virus which was rapidly spreading through his blood stream became temporarily dormant as the allergy medicine altered Mark's blood chemistry.
"Whoa, Bryan? You're almost completely a dog, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I wonder if you are completely a dog, or if any of the human remains? I know we'll go see Dr. Kennerson. I don't want to get a ticket, so we'll use your belt as leash," Mark says stooping down to unfasten and remove your pants. You happily freed from the binding garment lick Mark's face and wag your new tail.
Kennerson, the name sounds vaguely familiar. As Mark puts your belt around your neck, you remember he's the Veternarian. Mark takes the inhaler from his pocket and doses himself again.
"Man, it sucks have a best friend you're allergic too. I hope Doc Kennerson can help."
Mark leads you to his pick up truck, and helps you leap up into the bed. He ties your belt to the side of his pick up.
"Sorry you can't ride in the cab, but I'd rather not get dog hair all over the upholstry. Hopefully your change is temporary."
Vroom. He drives down the street. Bryan hangs his head over the bed, his tongue hangs out of his open mouth, and like the dog he's become instinct is taking over.
At the vet's, the receptionist Amber take's Mark's info down and tells him the doctor will see them in a few minutes.
"So, Mark, this is your dog, uh, Bryan," he says consulting your info card, "Why are you here today?"
"Well, I just got Bryan today, and I wanted to make sure he's okay. Can you give him a thorough exam, Doc?"
"Sure thing. Do you know if he's had his shots or been fixed?"
Bryan puts his head down and covers it with his paws. Shots? Fixed? No, this cannot be happening. He looks up with soulful eyes at Mark. Mark is my best friend he'll do what's best for me!