“Edna the park people offer big rewards for lost animals. Think what we could do with even a thousand dollars? Jerry down the street turned in an escaped stallion and was given ten thousand for his trouble. That’s ten thousand dollars! Think what we could do with that kind of cash.”
“I know my love but remember last time when we did not call? That alsatian was the best dog our Robin ever had. And the dog was so smart that we even made a bit of money on the side with stud fees.” The old woman replies while idly scratching behind one of the bitch’s ears to keep her calm.
The tones of the two others soft and nonthreatening you find yourself falling into a blissful round of panting as the scratching behind one of your ears invokes a feeling of inter peace upon your body. Watching the two other dogs as that is what you now see these humans as you lean forward and offer the one petting you a lick upon her ear while your tail wags behind you.
“Yes that’s true dear.” Steve replies all ready counting out what kind of prices he could get for any litter you whelp. “But the park people come in here all the time to buy stuff. Just feel we should show them more support. But I will leave it up to you my love.
“Then it’s settled then. Robin will be so pleased as only the other day our son got a job in some dog kennel or other on the island. Park jobs are not given to just anyone. Sue was so jealous when our son got that job too! Remember how she had so went on about her son getting top grades at the school? And yet it’s our boy who gets the well paying job with 401k plan.” The old woman begins petting you then slowly pressing down on your head. “Down girl. Down.”
All ready feeling safe with these two dogs you tilt your head slightly even as you find yourself lowering your head wanting to please them without thought. “Lady room.” You bark out knowing those words are important but no longer sure what they mean.
“Did you hear that Edna? She can still talk!” The old man replies wringing his hands as he begins to smell like fear. “Lets just call the park people as I do not want to end up as a dog or worst.”
“Down girl. Down on all fours like a good dog should.” The old woman coos seeing that the bitch is clearly willing by the looks of the wagging tail. “Shush you might scare the dog as no telling if she even understands our words anymore. And keep yourself calm as when people get scared so do dogs.” The woman tells her husband while she slips the shirt off you which feeling grateful to be free of the thing you begin licking her face in thanks. “The alsatian could still talk for that night we found him but remember how he really had no idea what he was saying? I think it’s just a reaction to them shifting from human to canine speech. Could you put a plate of food down on the floor? We need to encourage her to go down to all fours as that speeds up the changes remember?”
“Well ok but still wondering if having a dog is even worth the risk.” Steve replies casting a glance at the phone as if having second thoughts. “Besides do we really want her marking the place and causing it to smell of dog?”
“My dear you do kind of make me wonder at times.” The woman offers as she gently spreads your legs apart for her husband to see. “Female dogs do not mark like that male alsatian did on everything in or around our shop.” Keeping her voice calm as she handles you as if you have never been anything more then a dog.
“Think this roast beef will be ok then?” The man asks as he places the plate of meat a few feet away from you on the floor.
“Yes. All dogs love meat. Now just keep talking in a calm tone while she adjusts to her surroundings. Should be going down on all fours to eat any moment now. Look how she is drooling while she scents the meat?
And you are drooling not that you care any, as all you can seem to focus on is the plate of food. But a distant voice in your head tells you this is some, how wrong which brings confusion.