Your master connects your former self's belt to your new self's collar as a leash, and leads you up the steps to the local animal shelter. The scent of lots of other animals fill your senses. You are amazed at the pictures that form in your mind of the unseen animals and their emotions. You can smell fear, anger, despair, and loneliness.
Your master rings the bell, and a young clerk appears.
"Hey, I'd like to get a license for my dog," he says.
"Oh, let's see him," the clerk says reaching down and brushing and fondling you. "Hm, he hasn't been fixed?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, a breeder's license is $500, but if you get him fixed it'll only be $125, but that includes his shots."
"$500.00? Hm, well, I'll have to think about that..."
"Well, we can kennel him until you decide. We can't allow any unlicensed animals to leave the shelter. If you don't claim him in 7 days, we put him up for adoption," explained the clerk.
You look up at him confused. You may be a dog, but you still understand what he's saying, and you whimper and look at your master. He opens the wallet that is now his and pulls out the cash contents, "Well, I've got $200. I guess I'll have him fixed."
You wince and beg him not to. You know that there's money he could get with the ATM card. You try to point at the cards in the wallet as you beg.
"Dang, ain't that cute it's almost like he can understand what we're saying, and doesn't want to lose his balls," the clerk said.