I spend the next three years in doggy bliss, unaware that at one time I was human. To me, there is only my owner Ashley and the male Chihuahua two houses down.
My owner means the world to me. She feeds me, bathes me and sometimes takes me to the bad smelling place where they stick me with something in my backside. But that can be over looked, for afterward, it's play time with my owner.
Sometimes I get out and go see the Juan, the Chihuahua two doors down. Together we spend the time playing and if I'm in the mood, I invite him in and allow him to ride me. Of course this upsets my owner when I present my litter, but my owner never stays mad for long and before long we're back to playing.
Sometimes I find that I can reason certain things out that I normally shouldn't, but then it passes. Like my owner; I know her name is Ashley Ericson or that the male Chihuahua lives two doors down and his name is Juan. I'm not sure I how it is possible for me to know this and other information, It's just that I do. And then there are the dreams that I sometimes have.
Once and a while, I'll dream about a thirteen year old girl and something inside of me says that it's really me. Confusing, huh?
Currently I have snuck out of my yard and am wandering the busy section of the world. You know the place. The center with all the places to eat and all the trashcans just waiting to be gone through. And sometimes there is another dog to travel with. You know the place. Inside my head, the word 'Downtown' is forming, but I don't know what that means.
Since Juan is at the bad smelling place, I've come down here looking for some rare food that my owner doesn't want to and won't feed me. Poking my head into a trashcan, I can feel it shift and as I try to jump away, my collar gets caught on something and I can feel myself falling to the ground with the can.
Something, a pile of clothes I think, comes tumbling out of the can and one of the articles comes in contact with my collar, which is still caught.
Suddenly my body is overcome with a pain that is worse then the time I caught my foot in the doggy-door. As the collar breaks, the world shifts and I find myself getting bigger. Suddenly I find that I can walk on two legs. Confused about this, I stand and lift my leg to emit a stream of pee.
It is only as I'm doing this that I realize several things are off. The first thing being that I am now the same species as my owner, only much younger. Judging by the way my body feels, I'd say I was about six or seven.
The next thing that catches my attention is the organ that is now present between my legs. I don't know what it's called, but something tells me that I am the same as Juan and am no longer resemble my former beautiful bitch self. Not liking this, uncomfortable because I lack fur and am now male, I pick up the collar.
Next I look at the clothes. Looking through them I find a large shirt that doesn't reek of pee. Pulling it on, I see that it goes down past my knees. Standing there, trying to figure out what to do next, cradling the collar to my body, I hear a human voice call out, "What's going on out here?" Not wanting to stick around, I immediately duck into another alley and search for a place to hide.
As I hide behind a large dumpster, a portly man in an apron and paper hat walks into view and begins cursing about the tipped over trashcan. Something in me wants to run to him, be comforted by him, but I remain hiding. In the end, the man rights the garbage can, cursing all the while and then disappears back to wherever he came from. Alone at last, I sit where I'm hidden, trying to figure out why this all seems familiar, why I under went a transformation when I touched the shirt and what I should do know. After a bit I fall asleep.