You should be so embarrassed, but you're not. You proudly trot naked two paces behind your master as he leads you out of the park and down the street. You hold your head up high as you pass a little old lady, and then a minister. You hear familiar voices.
It's Rocky, Corey and Tim. They're chatting about the new Batman Movie. You look around expecting to see them right in front of your master, but instead you see that they are down the street on the next corner in front of the coffee house. Rocky has his knee bent and is resting his foot on a fire hydrant.
You expect your master will walk right by them or maybe turn at the intersection before he reaches them. You're wrong on both counts. There's a public dog-waste bag dispenser on a post next to the fire hydrant. He looks down at you, and orders, "Go, boy!"
You're mortified, as you realize that your new dog body isn't raising its leg. It's squatting. You grunt. Your buddies step back. Corey pinches his nose in mock disgust, at least you hope it's mock. Tim and Rocky laugh, but they step back from you. You feel the hot gooey stuff pumping out of you. The scent is worse than you imagined. Why on earth do dog's sniff their droppings? Bruno is no different. You get a face full of steamy hot dog doo in your face, as Bruno takes a deep whiff. Apparently, it serves to confirm that he's healthy. At least that's the impression that you get.
The man is now chatting with your buddies. He finally stoops and collects your excrement, and tosses it in a nearby trash can. Then he resumes chatting with your buddies. The next thing you know, you're licking yourself. You're mortified that your buds will notice what you're doing, and then remind yourself that they don't know you used to be their buddy. The chatting group is now seated outside the coffee bar at a table still chatting and now drinking coffee.
Then, Corey, reaches down and pats your head, "Bruno sure is a fine dog, Bruce, I'm glad we were able to help you get him back."
What the hell does that mean? How did they help?
"Yeah," Rocky added, "He sure seems happy now that he can lick himself. Almost envy him that, but he's way too hairy, and I like having fingers." They all laugh as he wiggles his fingers.