You spend the rest of the day nervously walking back and forth through the cage where you're being kept with the other dalmatian, occasionally lying down for a moment, just waiting for the moment that this wears off. Curiously, you ask the other dalmatian if she was bitten today as well. "Well, no...you see, I came here about a week ago, got bitten and so forth...turns out my infection is gonna last a while longer, I've not heard when it'll stop. As bad as it seems, at least the food is decent." The prospect of indefinitely being a dalmatian makes you even more nervous, your tail spastically flicking back and forth...then the zookeeper comes in, carrying two bowls of dog food and water, and puts them in your cage. Without even thinking, you both hungrily dig in to the dog food, which tastes surprisingly good. The zookeeper says with a bit of a concerned look:"Well pal, I've analyzed the infection in your blood, and it seems this isn't going away for at least the next year or so." In rage, you lunge your paws at the bars of the cage and bark loudly at the zookeeper who calmly responds:"Easy boy, easy...not my fault you got bitten. At least you're under a roof for the time being. There's even a good chance you won't be staying all that long in here if someone decides to adopt you. This place doubles as a free-to-adopt kennel, you know." The zookeeper leaves, and seeing as it's getting late you decide to go to sleep and wait for tomorrow...