"Good girl, Rita." said Janet, rubbing her new dog's head between the ears. Rita's tail was wagging like crazy. After a few days, Richie/Rita had realized she was much happier as a dog than she had ever been as Richie. Her enhanced smell, taste and hearing made life a sensual riot, even with the loss of color vision. She liked playing with Max, and she loved to obey her new masters, Janet and Bess. Any loss of the freedom Richie had enjoyed was more than made up for by the loss of responsibility. She trusted Janet and Bess instinctively to know what best for her.
"She seems pretty happy, doesn't she?" Bess asked her partner. "Maybe making men into dogs is an improvement!"
"For sure." Janet responded. "In fact, I've been thinking about that."