A few years had gone by.
Zack was normal again, through the course of several treatments he lost his tail, normal ears returned, and aside from the crop on his scalp, he was relatively hairless.
He had millions of dollars in gold. He had a couple of children - children, not pups.
He had this to watch on TV:
General Reddick, clean shaven and sporting wispy blond hair.
"Ready, Aim, FIRE."
Never has a firing squad attacked its task with such cheering and enthusiasm.
Dr. Graves, and several of the military dictators were dead.
Zack was glad to see the blood flowing from several bullet holes in their uniforms,
Their blood corrugating in a large pool before it flowed in a slow, sticky river into a rusty storm grate.
"Next up, Generals Pike and Smike" said a lean soldier, who looked unsteady on his feet. "To be executed for their role in the Mutant Scheme, and the Mutant Military Reign."
"That's Bud," smirked Zack.
But best of all . . . .
Linda came in huggin him, and gave Zack a soft kiss on the lips.
"Is it over," she cooed.
"For us," said Zack, turning off the TV, "It's long done."
Linda jumped in his lap, and the two of them embraced.