Fleeting memories came and faded away like dreams with coming of morning for both of the big dogs.
Maybe it was the way Anna spoke and said the curse that Circe spurned her to say. Whatever, the big stud of a dog would get these flashbacks, remembering his human self and standing among human kind.
Remembering came when he would roll himself into a knot and lick clean his red prick after every wild session with the other Airedale dog.
Horrid fear would well up in his chest, he knowing of his new self and terrified of having to live like a dog for the rest of his life.
When the train made a stop to put passengers aboard, the baggage handler at the station would open the baggage car side door, and then place heavy or bulk luggage into racks built inside the car.
Finding the two big Airedale dogs in one of their wild romps, each this time standing rump to rump, with a stud doggy knot holding them tightly together. He herded them both into the dog crate, leaving them to figure out in a tight space, how to get loose of the other.
The baggage handler unlocked the end vestibule door, grumbling as why it was locked, and went to collecting the manly clothing the big stud Airedale would never need again.
As the train moved out of the station, Anna felt a urge from Circe, suggesting they go and check on the two who were by then as Airedale dogs.
When they arrived and entered the baggage car, the two dogs had just broke off their tight engagement. The Airedale stud was busy licking, cleaning, and enjoying the tart flavor of what clung yet to his red tool, sheath, and coated his then fur covered balls.
A seething anger enveloped the male dog, and he came out of the cage, jumping at Anna with thought to maul her to death.
His leap fell short, he slammed into the floor with his fore paws, the jolt knocking away his reason for hating a pretty girl.
Instead he fawning with his fore legs over Anna, hanging on to her shoulders.
Circe with all her wacky ways, urged Anna to reach a free hand down and begin to massage the male doge about his curly fur covered sheath.
Soon an invigorated stud male Airedale dog stood hoping from one hind foot to the other, he having his red shaft out and ready to try and mate with Anna.
"No," yelled Anna, her own church taunt morality coming to stop the dog. She took her hand and flick whipped her finger nails at the red prong. The big dog yelped, and backed away.
Sad and sore he set there licking his injured dick, and began to remember, thinking, he tried to speak but all that came was moans, whines, and yelps.