"Next stop, I've got to pick up a pedigreed dog, so I can become a K9 cop and get a raise," Myron said as he
drove behind the Student Union.
He could see activity by the dumpster. He had guessed right. Dave was dumpster diving again.
"Hey, Dave, get out of the dumpster," Myron ordered.
"Sure, Officer Myron," Dave said climbing out with a bag of cans, "I'm just doing my part to recycle."
"What'd I tell ya, Dave, if I caught you again?"
"Right, Myron, you're going to lock me up for recycling?"
"Get in the back of the patrol car, Dave."
"Yes, officer, let me grab my shirt."
"Leave it, Dave," Myron ordered, "I'll get your shirt."
Dave rolled his eyes and set down his bag of cans, and got into the back of the patrol car. As soon as he
closed the door behind him, it locked. Myron wadded up Dave's shirt and tossed it in the dumpster.
"Hey, what are you doing? That's my shirt!"
"Hand me your wallet, Dave," the officer ordered, as he picked up the Chronivac.
"No, not until you get my shirt," Dave said holding his wallet to his chest.
Myron chuckled. "Okay, just open your wallet so I can see your license."
Dave obeyed, but added, "Okay now get my shirt out of the dumpster!"
Myron pushed the button the Chronivac.
"I told ya, Dave, that I would be keeping you on a short leash if I caught you again."
Dave saw a blurry movement in his wallet. He stared as the Driver's License changed into a dog license.
His smooth chest was now hairy. He was embarrassed. He had just waxed his chest this morning to show off his
musculature. He did believe in recycling, but the primary reason he did it was to pick up chicks. College
girls loved guys who were saving the world.
He snarled at Myron as his muzzle pushed outward from his hairy face. In less than a minute, Dave had gone
from a 22 year old man to a 3 year old German Shepherd. His clothing vanished, and was replaced a collar and
leash. The wallet lay on the floor. It had contained Dave's passport, it now contained his AKC papers. He
was a thoroughbred.
Dave barked happily as he looked at his master Myron. He was a good, loyal, obedient and well trained animal
just like Officer Myron had programmed him to be. He no longer remembered being human.
"Good boy, Dave," Myron said getting into the car, "Now let's go on patrol."