"Now how about you be a good boy, and get out of those ill-fitting clothes for me." The kennel lady asks you. "You won't be needing them any more."
At your mistress's suggestion, you quickly remove your shirt, pants and underwear, and pile them on the floor besides you.
"Very good, my pet." She praises you. "You are going to be a very obedient. Now, pet, sit."
She motions for you to squat down before her so that she can attach your collar. You squat down before her and rest your hands on the ground before you. Your skin itches as you begin feeling something happening to you. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth and you find yourself panting excitedly at the prospect of being another of your mistress' pets.
The kennel lady crouches down before your now stocky, bear-like and furry self and fixes the collar around your neck. As she latches it firmly around your thickened neck, she playfully runs one of her hands through the thick, shaggy mop covering your head and ears. You happily murr and pant to show her how much you appreciate her. All of a sudden, you feel waves of pleasurable warmth flow through your body. Your human thoughts and concerns begin to fade away as they are replaced by the pleasant security of being a dog. You lick the kennel lady's face as if to thank her for making you into a large, friendly dog.
The bitch next to you pads over to you and sniffs you before licking your shaggy face. The two of you nuzzle one another as thick, shaggy fur covers your chest and runs down your legs. A wave of canine ecstasy envelopes your mind as your docked tail pokes its way out of your bear-like rump. You get up onto all fours, look back at it with canine glee and wag it. It along with the rest of your shaggy body disappears from view as a thick shaggy veil covers your eyes. The last thing you can clearly see is your blackening nose pushing outward with your mouth into a bearded muzzle. A minute later, you become aware of all the new and exciting smells your new home has to offer. One scent in particular catches your nose. It is the smell of the bitch besides you. She smells ready and she seems interested enough in becoming your mate. The two of you start greeting one another quite happily. The kennel lady moves away from the two of you as you and your mate continue to play with one another. You then turn back to your mistress and let out a satisfying woof in the hopes that your mistress will cover over and play with her new Old English Sheepdogs.
She comes over to you and your mate and squats down between you. And with both hands, she strokes your backs.
"Oh, you two sheepdogs are the best." She warmly praises the two of you.
She pets you two some more and reaches into another of her pockets. She brings out a couple of dog treats and offers them to you. You and your mate pause briefly to enjoy the aroma and then pick the morsels out her hands.
"Very good, my shaggy children. Now let's see about finding a kennel for you two to sleep in." She says as she crouches over you and your mate and attaches some leashes to your collars. "And then we go for that early morning walk just like I promised you two."