Bent over panting hard it takes a few moments for the instinctive needs of flight or fight to leave you. A growl from your stomach brings you up right and nosing toward the dumpster as you jump in within not really needing to give the action any thought. Bits of moldy pizza and other things best left unnamed disappear down your muzzle before you even realize what you’re doing.
“Oh my god I just ate stuff out of the trash!”
Feeling sick you hold your stomach as you feel about to throw up. It’s then that you take a look at your self and notice the changes. Your hands now large dog paws with one key difference. Your dewclaws are still very much like a human thumb. The rest of your body looking exactly like a husky. Sudden panic brings you to try standing up right on your hind legs just to see if you can. But no matter how hard you try each affect sends you toppling over and into the strong smelling trash around you. Unwilling to accept that your now a dog you keep trying and finally using your tail as balance you manage to stand up right.
“Becky what has happened to us!” you whine tail tucking between your legs.
But just then you hear voices from outside the dumpster as you flick your ears forward into a perk reflexively to hear better.
“Frank I think I heard a dog in that dumpster.”
“No that bitch would not go into that smelly trash. Only a real dog would do that you numb skull. Now think like a human changing into a dog so we can find her as I do not want over time this week.”
“Well ok but I still think we should check to be sure. Besides could sell the dog for a few dollars.”
“Right. And these few dollars are going to pay for the shots after you get yourself bitten?”
“Awww Frank why are you always giving me a hard time! Besides I got this hunk of raw meat right here to help make friends with the dog.”
“Dim wit you use the pole and nose to get a dog. That way you never have to get within biting range of them fangs those flea bags sport.”
Another whine almost comes out of your muzzle hearing this talk as you wonder what to do. But as the smell of fresh meat reaches your nose you find to your discuss that drool is leaking from your muzzle without your control. Then it hits you....that stuff you ate out of the trash did not make you puke after all. Thoughts that it was very tasty comes to your mind as your nose tells you about a half-eaten hot-dog inches from your right hind paw.