While you don't mind being big and strong, you don't like the idea of
being a true guard dog. You would rather live a more peaceful life,
maybe as someone's faithful companion dog. You look around the room
and then decide that being an Old English Sheepdog will meet your
needs. Thus you step onto the male Old English Sheepdog platform. Your
body glows for a moment, and watch with interest as your fur grows
thicker until its nice and shaggy, it's shifting from black and brown
to white and blue merle. Your tail stays the same and you feel your
ears becoming floppier against the shaggy mop of fur on your head.
Your body grows stockier and bear-like, and shrinks down by a couple
of inches.
You shuffle over to a mirror, and are actually quite pleased by your
new shaggy looks. You even got a nice looking collar instead of the
stern, black leather one. While you are panting and admiring yourself,
you suddenly perk your ears up as you hear a door open and a voice say
"Ah, there you are, Casper!" You turn around and see a young boy come
into the room. The boy kneels down next to you and starts skritching
your shaggy back. You sniff him, he smells quite nice and friendly,
and strangely familiar. You then pant happily as you realize that he
called you by name. Casper! The boy continues to stroke your back.
"I've been looking all over for you, my shaggy friend. Now let's go or
we'll be late.."
You wonder where you and the boy are going.