As the pleasure begins to reach its' climax, your whole body begins to feel warm and itchy all over. Your breath quickens as you enjoy the pleasure of being with these dogs. The warm, itchy feeling is a bit bothersome for you but you find that you are quite able to ignore it. A pressure begins to build up behind your nose and mouth and at the base of your spine. You try to look down at your body and see what's happening to it but your new friend distracts you with a treat that smells real good. You snatch it out of her hand and wolf it down. It is very tasty and it sends even more pleasure into your body. And it makes you feel even more warm and itchy all over. Now you begin to feel a stretching feeling in your face as the pressure behind your nose and mouth relieves itself along with something in your pants. Your new friend pulls a pocket knife from a pocket on her jeans. She takes the knife and begins to cut off your rather tight T-shirt. It falls to the ground. Then she begins to work on your pants, which takes a little more effort from her to get off. But soon your pants lie on the ground next to your T-shirt. Feeling uncomfortable from squatting down on your hands and knees, you stretch yourself out till you are standing on your hands and feet. Your fingers and toes don't feel right. And you feel like you are wearing a thick, itchy sweater even though you know you should be naked. You find that thought a bit strange for a short moment before dismissing it. Anymore thought from you is interrupted when your friend offers you another treat. You wolf down that treat and once again feel another rush of pleasure from the act. The pleasure lasts for a few seconds and during that time things just start to feel 'normal' for you again. You feel content and oddly happy when your friend finally opens the door and lets you and the dogs inside the building. You can barely see where you are going now. There is something white and gray covering your eyes. But you aren't the least bit concerned about that problem because your friend is guiding you by the sound of her sweet, pleasant voice. Your friend leads you into a small room and then closes the door behind you. You look around the small room and see a plush-looking dog bed and two bowls. And much to your delight there is also a rather large Old English Sheepdog in the room with you. The sheepdog is standing in front of another door in the room and is looking rather puzzled at you. You decide to happily greet the other dog and begin to walk over to it. You see that the sheepdog becomes very happy to meet you and it shuffles its' shaggy bulk over to you. You stretch out a hand to greet it and it stretches out a shaggy forepaw to you. But as your hand and its' paw meet you can only feel a smooth surface in between you. You then realize that you are in front of a mirror. You look down at your hand and see that it is a forepaw. You move your gaze upward and see that your arm is now a foreleg. And both of them are covered in a layer of shaggy, white fur. You can't see so well now because you got fur covering your eyes. You are the Old English Sheepdog in the mirror. You smile a toothy smile and let out your flat tongue so that you can pant contentedly as you look at your shaggy countenance. You don't feel sad or angry or shocked or anything bad about your current predicament. Instead you feel very, very happy to be a sheepdog. And as you continue to be the contented sheepdog, you wonder if your friend will show up again and have some fun with you. You really do hope so. And who knows, maybe she will take you on a walk with your fellow canines. Wouldn't that be nice of her? You then decide it is time to take a nap. So you shuffle over to your new bed, circle it three times and then plop yourself on to it. And as you go to sleep, you remark to your shaggy self on how every sheepdog has its' day. This is your day.