The sunshine is bright and warm and you have only one thing on your mind as you romp about the yard, playing with the dog, picking up his toys in your mouth, watching as he grasps the other end and engages you in a game of tug-o-war.
A voice calls at some point and as the other dog takes off, you cast doubt about heeding such a call.
Feeling suddenly shy, realising that you are in fact running about with no clothes on, you sit down and think. After a moment, you slink across the yard and crawl under a bush of some kind as the voice calls out again.
A feeling of wanting to play and you squirm about the bush as you suddenly start to wag your tail.
Jerking your head about, taking in the new appendage and the fur covering it - thinking it might be white in colour - you think, "When did I ever have one of those," as the voice calls out again and you realise that it is calling your name.
The other dog is in front of you and woofing out in a playful manner at him, you tear out from under the bush, wanting only to play suddenly.
"There you are Corona Blue," a voice calls out as a shadow falls over you and then something is placed around your neck as the voice exclaims, "I got a smaller collar for you."
If it wasn't for the fact that you suddenly want to play with both the human female and the dog, you would have probably been disturbed to the point where you would have taken off across the lawn, looking for the hole out of this yard.
Instead, you allow yourself to be led across the yard as the voice tells you, "We'll play as soon as you are done with the trainer."
Barking out, "Do I have to," you stop as it suddenly dawns on you that you have been barking for quite some time instead of actually using any form of human speech to communicate.
"Come on girl," the voice tells you, and tail wagging, you follow.
As you listen to the voice explaining that your name is Ice Princess Corona Blue and that the Mastiff is called Apollo to another human, your thoughts drift to the hole in the hedge. The thought getting through that hole is strong, but for some reason you just cannot think of why you should go through the hedge.
"After all," you think. "My mistress doesn't like me to wander outside the yard."
As a leash and lead is suddenly snapped on you, you think,"This is going to far," as another voice tells you, "We are walking." and as you feel a tug, you think, "I am not a dog. Aren't I?"
Bothered that you cannot think of your species as anything but a dog, you feel another tug and find yourself standing without a second thought. As you begin to walk, with various praises coming from both voices, you think, "I need to get out here. First chance I get, I need to find my way back."