You open the door and find the kennel woman standing there.
"Err...hi," you say, smiling, wondering if anything's wrong.
"So, I see you've decided to stay the night?" she asks, heading into the cabin, sliding past you.
"Yeah; I hope there's not a problem with that," you tell her.
"Not at all," she replies, smiling at you. She's still in her kennel uniform, a white polo shirt with the zoo's logo on it, and a pair of khaki slacks. "I was just checking to make sure you got to your room alright," she says, taking a long swallow from a bottle of water she brought with her.
"You know, this is the first time I've ever seen a zoo with cabins for people to stay the night," you say.
"Well, our zoo is truly one of a kind," she says, taking another long swallow from the bottle.
"Yeah," you agree, "I've never been to a zoo with a kennel, let alone one that warns of 'weredogs'. I mean, really...come on now," you chide her.
"Don't mock the idea, sir," she says, sounding stern, "until you've seen one. We don't post signs without reason."
"You can't be serious," you tell her, laughing, "Are you spiking your water with vodka or something?"
She smiles at you broadly, "Actually no," she says, eagerly gulping down the last of the bottle. "It's spiked with enzymes that enable me to...*ugh*...to...*grr*...ch..change!"