I tried to get the middle-aged woman to settle down long enough so that I could explain my side of the story. I tried to tell her that I just wandered in here and that I wasn't going to steal her horse from her. But she wasn't listening to me. Instead she was saying something in a different language, one that I never heard before. It sounded like Latin but it wasn't. I tried to interrupt her to get to stop whatever she was doing. She did stop but not in the way that I expected her to. She ended her tirade by shouting at me some words that I did recognize as Latin.
"In Canis Corporay et Anima Transmuto!"
Before I could even understand what she meant by that phrase, she made a gesture with both hands and a warm wave of air flew from her hands and hit me. I closed my eyes and felt dizzy. My body swayed. And I felt a curious prickly itch going up and down my body. But then the dizziness and the itchyness stopped. I opened up my eyes and looked around. My eyes then fell on my friend, the middle-aged woman. She was smiling at me and her smile made me very happy. I gave her a toothy smile and began to pant even as my blackened nose and mouth began to grow into a square-shaped muzzle complete with whiskers and a distinctive beard and mustache. My ears began to slide up to the top of my head even as I felt more forehead slope sharply back over my eyes. She walked up to me and offered her hand to me. I looked at it and then I leaned my thickening neck to sniff it. And as I did so I felt it move to the back of my neck and merge smoothly with my disappearing shoulders. I sniffed her hand and then licked it with my long, flat tongue.
"That's a good boy. You are going to become a handsome Briard for me and make sure no else messes with my livestock. Do you hear me, my pet?"
I looked at her and answered her question with a woof. She smiled again and gave me a playful rub behind one cropped ear. I panted some more and when I did so I felt a tugging sensation at the base of my hips. I tried to lean over and nearly lost my balance. Thankfully my friend grabbed me and supported me. Momentarily I forgot what I was going to look at and look instead at my friend. And I saw my shaggy-furred covered arms become a slender, muscular pair of forelegs. My hands shrunk into a pair of useful paws. I smiled and again I felt that strange sensation at the base of my hips. I looked over my T-shirt and saw what was making that tugging sensation. My pants had slipped down my legs by a few inches. And right above my pants and wagging slightly from side to side was my tail. I looked back at my friend and panted. She then eased me slowly to the ground until I was on all fours. I looked at myself as I stood on all fours and wondered why I was wearing human clothing for. I didn't really need the clothing. I had a nice shaggy fur coat on. Why need more? My friend then spoke up.
"Let's take those pieces of clothing that my kids put on you as a joke. You certainly don't need them, not with that furcoat of yours."
As she said that, I suddenly remember how my friend's human pups had decided to play one of their games. They dressed me up in these pieces of clothing and then left me. A good thing I found my human friend then to take them. I need to get rid of an itch! She bent down at the waist toward me and began to take off the clothing that her pups dressed me with. She took off the shirt first and then gave me a playful back rub. And then she pulled with some effort those ill-fitting pants. The torn shoes and socks that her pups found in the garbage came off next. And then finally I was back to my old canine self. I was back to being my shaggy dog self. I looked up at my friend and gave her a friendly woof to thank her. And I wagged my tail and panted contentedly. She was such a good human. My friend then looked at me and smiled.
"Now be a good boy Barkly and go back to work guarding our home. Okay?"
I woofed at her and then trotted passed her. She gave my shaggy back a rub in passing. I was happy that she wasn't mad at me anymore. I liked being her dog. Now it was off to the fence to keep an eye out for more pesky intruders.