As the wishing well finally disappears from view, it finally sinks in that you might really be stuck this way!
* No, no, no! This isn't what I wanted! I wanted to be a heartthrob and pick up chicks! Now I'm tiny and furry and getting carried away to who-knows-where...? *
You whimper even more pitifully and squirm a little in the 50-to-60-year-old woman's grasp. You probably shouldn't be trying to wiggle away, considering you're a LONG ways up above the ground, in comparison to your Bernese puppy body. But you don't have very much control over your body. You're scared, young (again), and having trouble thinking straight.
"Awww, it's okay, baby. Mama's got you. We're going home and you'll be clean, get a nice snack. You're mean old owner didn't even leave you any water, did they?"
* Why is this woman talking to me like I'm a baby?! Just because ... I'm a really, REALLY young canine ... okay, but I'm supposed to be a fully grown dude! *
She keeps your head rested firmly against her shoulder and brings up one of her gargantuan (from your perspective) human hands to rub against your back. The warm skin presses against your hide and smooths your fur from head to tail.
* Hey! Get your hands off me! .... um, oh, ... OH... that feels, that feels GOOD! Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man PLEASE never stop... *
Your wiggly puppy tail starts flapping around beneath under the woman's expert petting. You close your eyes and groan contentedly.
"That's right! See? Jenny's gonna take good care of you..."
You assume from the baby talk that this LUXURIOUS woman's name is Jennifer. At long last, you and Jen have made it back into a more civilized part of town. Her designer walking shoes, bigger than you are, crack like thunder against cement as she leisurely steps onto a sidewalk. You try to look around at where you are. The woman is walking toward the side of ... a limo? The driver roles down his window and speaks.
"You seem to have returned early. Have you enjoyed your walk, Madam Delacruz?"
"I've told you, please, call me Jen. And I'm back because I found this adorable Bernese puppy just quivering helplessly in the woods! No one around, just their clothes. Who would leave behind such a snuggle-able little thing?"
The driver doesn't seem pleased. He looks at your fur, and your youth, and somehow even seems to be looking at your bladder when he says, "The cost of cleaning the interior could be considerable, Madam D-... Jen."
You growl at him in the most atrocious voice you can muster, which is absolutely adorable to the humans. Your rescuer calms you down again but seems to agree: "Hmph. What do I care about cost? This is my puppy, until it is claimed, and I'm taking it home with me. If you need to reupholster the limo, send me a bill."
She opens the door and sits down with you on glossy leather seats. You yap in suprise when the door SLAMS shut like bunker door closing! She pets you again and you wag your little tail again. You gaze around in awe at the vast endless space of automotive interior that you've found yourself in. Even a compact car would be a huge landscape for you, and this was NOT a compact car. You try to waddle on down to explore the leather seat a bit, but Jennifer brings you back up to your lap. You don't like being confined, but you LOVE the hands you're confined by! Her lap is so warm and comfortable, and her hands are oh so good at puppy-petting!
Several minutes later (almost a DAY in puppy-minutes!) a large white mansion comes into view. It's pristine structure is just barely visible over the meticulously gardened hedge. A metal gate opens, and the limo rolls into to the spotless driveway of a house that would have been unthinkable large to you even as a human. How rich must Jen be to afford all this?! How many, um, pet toys might she be able to buy? What does she eat? What might YOU get to eat? Feeling the car stop and realizing this really is the woman's home, you can't help but think you've hit the puppy jackpot.