Tim, feeling badly wounded physically and psychologically, had little problem curling up in a ball and
sleeping naked in the dog kennel that night.
Maybe it was still some of the sedatives they had injected him with before the operation, but he had no energy
to do anything and felt oppressively beaten down by the most recent events life had dealt him.
He moped around the kennel either sleeping or lapping water from a nearby dog dish until finally Paul's mom
arrived to pick him up.
By now, he'd gotten over most of the embarrassment and utter degradation of being led around on a leash,
naked, on all fours, out in public. Tim compliantly climbed into the back seat of the Hodgson family car and
silently pitied himself on the long drive home.
After being 'home' for a couple hours, Tim started to get bored and restless. Maybe the sedatives are finally
wearing off, he wondered. He sniffed at a bowl of disgusting, smelly wet dog food... and padded off.
“I'm not going to just give up,” Tim said to himself. “There has to be some way I can communicate with Paul or
that dog masquerading as me – let them know I'm trapped in here. Magic got me into this predicament, there's
got to be a way for them to use that crazy magic book to give me back my manhood!”
“What's that lady?” Paul's mom said, poking her head out into the hallway. “Do you see something girl? What're
you barking about?”
Tim sighed, hung his head low, and slowly padded down the hall.
What next?