Nothing was really interesting you. Until a black retriever in the space between buildings. It seamed to be a stray since it didn’t have a collar, and no owner was in sight. It must have just run away to, since it looked to be in relatively good health. You had often wondered what it would be like to be a dog. Not having to worry about your job. Living by your instincts, defalcating and and urinating wherever and when ever you wanted. Getting free food from strangers. That was the life you always dreamed of having.
You aim the rectangle device given to you by another version of your self, at the canine and watch a yellow beam strike it.
It didn’t seam to effect it, the dog lifted its leg getting ready to urinate on a tree, so you figured you needed something else to swap with it.
Now, do you swap roles with your self and the dog?