Sound asleep, Jeff the Dalmatian began to dream of catching a ball in the air with his mouth while darting into the yard. Eager to return the ball to his owners, a bliss rushed through his mind that fit in his role of a Dalmatian perfectly well. The daughter was standing near the fence, her mom standing right behind her.
Only they were, too, Dalmatian taurs.
Jeff's nose twitched with the scent of familiarity. They weren't just of his kind; they were family. Jeff didn't even hesitate to wonder what on earth happened to his owners. All that mattered to him was that the pesky owners that dictated each and every of his actions were no more; in their place were family members that would grant him the love and affection without asking for anything in return.
The daughter licked Jeff's face, slobbering it with saliva all over. This expression of affection lit Jeff up, his tail wagging viciously.
"My turn!" exclaimed the daughter, while running away from you. You toss the ball towards her and she caught it with her mouth. Immediately, she passed the ball to her handpaw and tossed it towards you, and you caught it in your mouth and tossed it once again, and so on and so forth; this definitely wasn't a game of fetch anymore, instead now resembling volleyball.
All throughout the process, her mom, or more appropriately, your mom, was watching you, even taking some pictures in the process. You didn't bat an eye anymore. All that mattered was the ball…
"Time for dinner, puppies!"
…When did mom enter the kitchen exactly? He was so focused on the ball nothing else mattered to him anymore. Even then, the smell of chicken and peas lured him to the kitchen, where they would dine together.
This time, there was no question of why you could chew with your mouth open. Everyone on the table had to chew with their mouths open anyway. After the meal, mom gave you and the daughter, no, your sister, a pat on the head each, then walked away with your dog bowls and spoons.
After that, you played with your sister again, this time a little more intimate play-fighting. Pinning her to the ground, you manage to lick her face, as she couldn't resist anyway. She rose up and hugged you tightly. This is what it feels to have a family of your kind. This feels incredib…
…The light of the rising sun shone on Jeff's eyelids and woke him up from this sweet, sweet dream. How joyous he would be if this dream came true in reality… hold on a second, that definitely could come true. The Chronivac! If he could set a transformation, one that would finally grant him the family, instead of owners, he had wanted all along, this bliss could become reality. He rushed to the computer, excited to see his wish come true…
…Only to see the Chronivac icon absent from the desktop. He couldn't find any trace of the program using the search function either. Just then, the memory of him uninstalling the program to evade his owners' suspicion and burying the disk popped into his mind, and with the daughter home all day, there was no way he could sneak the Chronivac back onto the computer without his daughter noticing.
Oh well. There's still Sunday, he reassured himself before shutting down the computer to stop his owners from pestering him again.