The day is promising to be nice and sunny, and you only have one thing
on your mind as you play with your shaggy friend. Fun! You play with
him by picking up some knotted rope in your mouth. You shake the road
from side to side before the other dog makes a grab for it. Soon the
two of you are engaging in a tug-of-war. A familar voice calls out at
some point, and you watch your friend romp over to a guy standing near
the backdoor of the house. The guy crouches down before your huge
friend and starts giving him what looks to be some wonderful
skritching and patting of his ears. You friend growls and murrs with
pleasure. You just stand there, watching and waiting. Feeling a bit
shy, you continue to watch the guy treat your friend very
affectionately. Then a thought pops into your head. You're naked. You
blush and while the guy is distracted by your shaggy friend, you sneak
across the yard and hide behind some bushes as the guy calls out to
you. The guy's voice sounds friendly, and just hearing it makes you
want to go out and play with him. You then feel a tugging sensation
coming from your rump. Looking over one shoulder, you see a tail
wagging happily back and forth as it grows to it's full length. You
look at your tail, taking it all in before you notice you aren't as
naked as before. You see that your body is growing a nice coat of
thick, white fur. "Well this is a nice surprise," you think as the guy
calls out to you again. This time he is calling you by your name.
Suddenly your friend appears in front of you. He play bows and woofs
again. You smile and feel the urge to play again. "Playing hide and
seek from me, eh, Hank?" Says the guy as he leans over and gives you
what has to be the most wonderful skritching you have ever felt. You
let your tongue lol out and begin to pant as you realize two things.
One being that the hair on top of your head is now a thick mop of
shaggy fur. The second being that the guy's touch feels really, really
good. A murr and a growl escape your throat as you pant and wag your
tail. A part of you feels oddly disturbed at the fact that you want to
play some more with the guy, who has to be your owner, and your shaggy
friend. That part of you wants to take off across the lawn and get out
here. Instead, you just stand there on all fours and feel your owner
run his fingers through your thick furcoat, which is now shaggier than
before. "Well play some more, big boy, but first let's put you through
your paces. That okay with you, Hank?" You bark and woof happily at
him. You feel bemused again. "Shouldn't have I talked with him like a
human," you think? But then you realize words aren't really necessary
when actions would do. "All right you two, let's go." Your owner tells
you two. And with tails happily wagging behind you two, you follow
him. You look over at your shaggy friend, who you know is named Monty.
But then your thoughts drift to the hole in the hedge. There is
something you are trying to remember. But you are having a hard time
thinking about it. As your owner snaps a leash onto your collar, you
hear another voice and look up. Another guy walks into the backyard.
Monty smiles and happily barks at the sight of the second guy. You
smile and pant. The new guy looks at your owner. "Are they ready for
their walk, Greg?" You continue to be bothered by that nagging feeling
again as you, Monty and your owner Greg begin your walk. The two guys
are giving you and Monty some loving praises for being good sheepdogs.
You eye the hole in the hedge again. And you feel like you have to
find your back before things really go to the dogs for you.