You are utterly transfixed by what happened. Somehow you've gone from being human to being a dog of all things. "Could what that statue have said been true," you ask yourself.
But it is quickly driven from your mind when the woman pulls on your leash and barked out in a lazy voice of one who usually commands and expects to be listened to, "Fifi! Come on you little lazy bitch." To which you comply without thinking.
As the woman begins to stroll down the walk, leading you and the other Poodle along, you attempt to fight your new feelings off by telling yourself over and over, "This can not be happening. This can not be happening. I am a healthy human male, not a bitch."
But it is driven further from your mind when the other dog starts to move closer to you, making little whining noises. Noises that turn you on for some reason. In front of you the woman barks out again, "Pierre! Stop that. You'll get your chance to play with Fifi when we reach the park," and then she jerks on the other Poodle's leash and he obeys.
Suddenly it dawns on you that you want to play in the park with Pierre and maybe do more then just play. Upset on how fast you're loosing yourself to this doggy life, you allow yourself to be led on.