Carrie smiled. Maybe she wouldn't stay here forever, but a few months wouldn't be bad. John wouldn't ever agree to it, and she didn't feel like raiding her husband as her new child. "You have something to make her a dog? Something freindly?"
The clerk pulled out a small leather collar. "Just put this around her neck and set her on the floor."
Carrie did that, and waited. The moment that the collar snapped on, fur began to race across the skin of the baby. She cooed once last time as she rolled over onto four legs and panted from her growing muzzle. "She adorable!" said Carrie.
The clerk nodded. "That she is. I'm sure that she'll love the new world as a dog."
"And John doesn't remember a thing?" she asked.
The Clerk smiled. "I'm sure a little, but she's pretty happy as a dog, so I doubt that she's upset. In a few minutes, though, it won't really matter."
Carrie looked at the clerk, "Why's that? I though this wasn't permenant."
The woman put her arm around Carrie, "Because..."