Movement can be felt next to you and opening your eyes, you stretch and utter a whimper. Next to you the dog has all ready risen and is moving out of the dog house. Stopping, he looks back at you.
Standing, you nod and tell him, "All right," and standing, start to follow him, but stop when you notice something is off.
Puzzlement floods your brain and looking down, noting that you are standing on four legs, but your hands and feet still look like hands and feet, you plop your behind on the ground and raising your leg, you start to scratch behind your ear. As you do so, you sit and think.
First you think that it has something to do with the fact that you are supposed to be walking on two legs, not four. But shaking your head, you tell yourself, "That's silly. My spine, pelvis and body isn't designed for such activities," as you lower your leg, glad that the itch behind your ear is gone.
A whimper from the dog, and looking over at him, you note his shaggy coat and it dawns on you. Looking down, you chuckle and think, "Of course. I'm supposed to be wearing clothes."
Looking about, seeing none, you mentally shrug and standing, you tell yourself, "Oh well. I suppose I can go nude just this once," and trotting up to the dog, you sniff at him, suddenly realising that he has a smell to him and actually it is quite a nice smell.
In response, the dog sniffs at you and turning, he starts to walk away. Following, you are lead around the house toward a patio were two bowls, both filled a mixture of moist and dry dog food, have been set out. Watching the other dog dig in, you think, "When in Rome," you move up to the other dog dish, wondering what and where Rome might be.
As you eat, you think about where it is you might have come in through the hedge, but are drawing a blank. After a moment, you realise the reason you are drawing a blank is because all your memories are suddenly saying you have lived here all your life and you are slightly distracted by a clinking noise.
Stopping, you try to pin point the noise, but are disappointed that it to has quit. Raising you hind leg to scratch, you suddenly realise that there is something around your neck.
Reaching up with your hands, your try to grasp it, but only whimper in pain when it becomes apparent that your shoulder joints don't work the way you thought. Laying down, you press at the object with you legs and working it about, you eventually manage to slide it over your head and onto the patio.
Staring at it, you realise that it is a collar and for a moment you think that it is pink in colour. Staring at the tags, you try to read what is written, but draw a blank.
A woof from the other dog and turning, you see that he has assumed a playful pose. Realising that he wants to play, you think about it and after a moment, you tell, "Okay. I really don't have anything to do today," as the thought of the collar, the fact that you are nude, and wanting to leave slowly drift from you mind.