You hear yourself panting like a real dog would. And through the thick veil of shaggy white fur, you see a flat, pink tongue dangle out of your muzzle. Your eyes widen under all of that fur and your panting quickens. You try to calm down but you can't help but feel the changes that have happen to you. You can't but feel yourself come alive with all of the sounds and smells that you are picking up now.You look down at the rest of your shaggy body and see and feel that the furcoat you are wearing now is real. It is a part of you. Instead of hands covered in the paw-like gloves of the costume, you see a pair of useable paws. And instead of arms being held out in front of you, you see a pair of straight forelegs resting on the ground before you. You also notice that you are no longer sitting in a squatting position anymore. You are sitting on your bear-like haunches. Your wish has been granted. You are now a large, friendly Old English Sheepdog. Still panting, you get up onto all fours and explore the shack once more. But this time, you do it with your new canine senses. You aren't surprised that you are walking on all fours and sniffing the ground for interesting scents. Your current doggy behavior seems to becoming natural to you now. Just as you come back to the front door of the shack, you look up and see that the room appears to be getting smaller. You shuffle over to the center of the room as it continues to shrink and change shape. Your clothing, the wooden stool, the tools and everything else in the room begins to disappear. The room shrinks and shrinks. You look around for a way out as you begin to worry as the ceiling comes closer and closer to your shaggy head. Just then the back door to the shack disappears and you can see the outdoors. With a groan the ceiling stops as soon as the door disappears into nothingness. The room has now shrunk down to the point where you can lay down on your shaggy chest or sit on your haunches. You go back panting contentedly and decide to get out of the room you are in. You go through the door leading outside. You shuffle outdoors and then turn around to look at the shack in order to see what it looks like from the outside. The shack is gone. Instead you see a large doghouse painted in white with black trim and a black, slanted rooftop. There is something written on the doghouse above the door you just came out of. You can barely see through the shaggy veil covering your eyes. And you can barely understand the writing itself. But you find out that you don't need to understand the writing. You instinctily know what the writing is. It is your name. Just then you hear someone. You turn around and look back at the path you took to come to your doghouse. You see a young boy beckoning to you and calling you by your name.