"Now boy, you try not to soil your loincloth. It's a stupid law, but they assume that ungirdled humans will constantly be humping each other on the street. Not to worry, I live in the burbs, and there's no such requirement there to diaper humans. I should have asked if you were house broken, I imagine you are. Fine pedigree too, I can't wait to stud you with my Duchess. Pedigreed babes are fetching about $2500 these days. Ah, here's my car. Try not shed too much on the front seat, boy, and I'll roll down the window for you."
He seems nice enough, and this world seems a lot like yours, but it's just a bit different. You hang your head out the window with your mouth open and your tongue dangling out. You're afraid you'll swallow a bug or something, but your new instincts dominate. You notice a sign as your dog and master drives up the street, it reads, "PLEASE KERB YOUR HUMAN". You notice the car's interior is modified for a dog's physique with a slot in the back of the seat for his tail. You find the configuration a bit unnatural for the human form, but you make do. You wince as you pass a billboard with a couple of naked collared humans on it, "SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR HUMAN".
A few minutes later, the Great Dane turns on to your home street, or this parallel world's analogue of it. The houses are all painted in shades of grey, black and white. Then you remember dogs are color blind. It's surreal being led up your own steps by a dog, it gets worse as he removes your loincloth, and stops to wave to the poodle who lives next door.
"Oh, I see you got a stud for duchess, I may be in the market for one of her litter."
"Oh, something wrong with Beebee?"
Beebee? In my world, my neighbor is Barbara Potts a cantankerous old woman who is always complaining about her joints.
"Well, the vet said Beebee has arthritis, and it's so painful for her to move around these days, I thought it might be for the best to put her to sleep."
You glance up at the neighbor's house and recognize Barabara Potts face pressed up against a window. Her head is shaved short in the middle and pink bows clump the long curly grey hair on either side of her head. Put her to sleep? You shiver.
"You sure he hasn't got fleas? He just shook like he might," the poodle said disdainfully.
"No, I suspect it's the sudden chill from my rempving his loincloth. You won't believe this but the Department Store had him fully decked out in clothing. He looked positively ridiculous!"
"Oh, that explains it then. Clothing on a human? Please. No wonder he's shivering in this warm afternoon, I think it's cruel for those city people to dress up humans. It's just so unnatural."
"Well, I'd better introduce him to Duchess, and get them started making your replacement for Beebee."