Felicity, affectionately known as Fifi to everyone, was a female corgi and had been Jeff's dog before the change, now she was Jeff's owner. She got up and stretched, popping her back as her tail swayed behind her, thanks to a previous change, her tail had gone from a stump to an eight foot one. She looked over at her bed where Jeff was sleeping happily, mouth open with his tongue hanging out, his little penis standing erect with his morning wood. Giggling, Fifi headed to go get dressed before starting her day.
As she changed, she thought about the war, the cats were being held back from advancing any further west in the Middle East, though their advance into North Africa was a success, the canines still held on to the rest of the continent. At least she was in America, and far away from the fighting.
Heading downstairs, she wondered what she should do with the chronivac, she tried it a few times, but never noticed anything different, not realizing that the perception filter was still on. As she grabbed her cereal, Jeff perked up and came running down the stairs, barking happily.
"Woof woof!" He greeted Fifi, wagging his butt.
"Good morning Jeff!" Fifi said, patting his head, "Sleep good? Have a good dream?"
Jeff just barked before heading to his food bowl and waiting for his breakfast.