You enjoyed the hotdog so much that you decided to buy another one from the hotdog vendor. He gives you another plain hotdog. You thank him for it and then you walk over to a nearby bench. You sit down on the bench and without really thinking about it, you begin to wolf down your last hotdog. And as you just shove the hotdog down your throat, you look around at the scenery around you. Just as you finish chomping down on the last bit of hotdog in your mouth, you accidently bite yourself on the tongue. And the last bit of hotdog flies from your mouth as you let out a very convincing canine yelp. The last of your meal flies through the air and lands on the path before you. You look at it lying there as you almost pant from the pain caused by your bitten tongue. You look at it and then you decide to retrieve it. You don't want to let the last morsel to just lie there and go to waste. Now do you?
So you get up from where you were sitting down on the bench and go after that last bit of hotdog. You lower yourself to ground head first and then drop the rest of yourself down besides the park bench. And then you shake yourself to rid yourself of an annoying, persistent itch that crept on you after your little accident. Your skin shifts back and forth across your body in a wave. When you do so, you hear several ripping noises coming from your body. But you pay the sounds little attention as you walk over to that last delicious piece of hotdog. You walk up to it. But instead of using your hands to pick it up. You reach down and pick it up with your teeth. You spend a few moments just savoring that last bit of hotdog as you eat it. And then it is gone and you pant happily and contentedly.
Panting contentedly???
Like you are waking out of a dream, you cross your eyes and find yourself looking down across a bearded muzzle at a wet, black nose. You watch as your tongue flicks out of your new muzzle and slides across your black nose. Your eyes widen a bit at the sight. You feel surprise but not shocked to see that you have a muzzle now. You should be in shock from the sight of sporting a dog's muzzle. But you aren't. You go back to panting contentedly. You look past your bearded muzzle at the ground. And you see that you don't have hands anymore. Instead you now have a pair of paws holding you up off the ground. And instead of a pair of arms to hold you up off the ground, you see a pair of straight, muscular forelegs holding you up. Both your paws and forlegs are covered in a rugged, shaggy layer of black fur. You go from looking at your new forelegs to looking at the rest of your shaggy body. It too is covered in a thick, shaggy layer of black fur. You see your tail and wag it. You want to say to yourself that what you are seeing now is nothing more than a dream or perhaps a hallucination brought on by eating poorly cooked hotdogs. But you don't. Instead you find yourself quickly accepting what you see as being completely natural.
And then things go back to normal. And you go back to panting contentedly like the large, shaggy Bouvier des Flandres that you are. Still panting you briefly wonder what you were so surprised about a minute ago. But then you decide that whatever it was, it mustn't have been too important for you to remember.
A sharp whistle from behind you attracts your attention. You shuffle around to see your friend, the hotdog vendor, waving to you. You let off a woof to tell him that you're coming. And then you trot over to your friend for a nice rub behind the ears. He greets you and gives you what you want. A nice rub behind the ears and another rub across your shaggy back. He makes pleasing noises to you that makes you happy. And he then reaches into his coat pocket to pull out your dog collar. Another playful rub for being such a good dog and then he makes a noise that you recognize. You obediently sit down on your haunches and wait as he puts your dog collar back on. He pats you fondly on the head. Another sound from him gets you to trot over to one end of your friend's hotdog cart. He reattaches your pulling harness to your shaggy body. He gives you another hotdog as a treat. And you happily wolf down that one too.
Panting contentedly with a full stomach now, you begin pulling your friend's hotdog cart down the path. You briefly stop at a shredded pile of clothing while your friend sees to disposing it properly in a nearby trash bin. He comes back over to you and makes some more pleasing sounds to you. He also gives you another fond rub behind your ears. You woof and bark at him, complementing him for being a good friend. And then you go back to pulling the hotdog cart as the drover dog that you are and have always been. Your friend has other people to serve hotdogs too in the park. Nice yummy hotdogs. You lick your tongue across your muzzle and hope that your friend will give you a bite of those hotdogs again. Oh yes!
You woof out into the park to attract some more people to your friend's hotdog cart. And then you pant some more. As you continue to pull and trot along the path, you hope that someone will come by to try out your friend's delicious hotdogs. And if you and your friend are really lucky, some of those people might want to stay with the two of you for the rest of their lives. You could sure use the canine company.