Rachel awoke from the box she was using as a den to dog voices, not that she was paying much attention to them.
"She's back here," one of the voices said. "She looks dangerous...she keeps growling at my staff whenever they take out the trash. I like humans as well as the next dog, but what if she bites someone?"
"We'll take care of it, sir....just go back inside."
"You aren't going to kill her, are you? I mean..."
"It's not like on TV, sir. Most humans aren't dangerous...not when properly taken care of. We'll make sure she gets her shots, sterilize her, and clean her up. If we're lucky, a family will adopt her."
"Sterilize?"
"There's been a sudden rise in stray humans around..." It was hardly surprising. Humans had outnumbered dogs by about nine times. In the new reality, the dogs would have to deal with it. It would sort itself out rather quickly. After all, humans only lived an average of a decade. It was dogs who could live to a hundred with good care and medicine.
At that rate, in only a few years, those who had lived as a bipedal human would be gone, replaced by humans who, even in the deepest pockets of their mind, had no idea what that was like.
Rachel didn't understand any of this. But she smelled food, and peeked out, finding the meat that had been left there. She began devouring it. A small dart hit her in the side. She growled. And then everything went black.
The bulldog walked over to the now prone human form. "Yeah...she's pregnant.. Now wonder she's so cranky. She'll be out for a few hours..." He hefted the human into his arms and headed toward his van, locking her in the back.