Derek heard Sonya talking some more, but for some reason it was lost on him. He was to busy absorbing all the new scents and trying to push past the pain his body was in. Most of that pain was from the fact that his bones were reshaping themselves into something more canine, but there was the pain in his groin and abdomen area that slightly bothered him.
And then it was all gone. All that remained was a beautiful Chihuahua and Derek was gone inside the mind as well. "Yip, yip, yip." The Chihuahua dashed outside, barking excitedly.
Smells, oh so many smells. Another dog and a male by the scent. Bark at him, "Yip, yip, yip," and let him know you're there and this is your territory. Territory, yes. Squat down in several places to mark it, say it's yours in the way dogs understand.
A voice overriding the smells of leaves, squirrels, grass, the male dog, calls to you, "Daisy," and you go running back.
Barely able to stand still, the voice from above reaches down and does something to that which is attached to you. The voice says, "I think a week is a long enough time to see how this all works out. Don't you think so Derek? Or, actually, I should call you Daisy."
Something new fastened around your neck, but your to busy trying to acquire every scent. It's like ADHD with sensory overload, but you can deal.
The voice tells you something, a word that sounds like vet enters your mind, but it's gone and replaced by the scents.
The voice says more, stuff about shots and distemperment and flea and tick bath, but all this means nothing to you as you take your hind leg and scratch you chest, flicking one of your six nipples in the process.
Something clicks against the object around you neck and you find that you can't go very far. You don't care really. You've been on one of these a lot in the past two years, roughly your whole life. But this concept is lost on you as you bury your muzzle in your privates, trying to ferret out a particular bothersome itch.
The bad smelling place. So many dogs and then it's home. The days past and you have fun. Absorbing scent after scent. Marking your territory. Wanting to get out so you can visit the male dog down the way.
The voice from above comes home. It begins to search about. You think it's playtime and get swatted for your troubles. After a bit, the voice comes to you and comforts you and says something really strange. "I'm sorry Derek. It looks like your going to be Daisy a bit longer. I seem to have misplaced the collar. But don't worry, I get you out of this mess. And then you can do whatever you want to me. Does that sound reasonable?"
You have no idea what the voice is talking about, so you settle on licking her face instead, which brings the good noises from her. For you, life is so far good.