John blinks as he accordions up from his splatted condition. He blinks, he sees a hairless naked cartoon version of himself reflected in the mirror wearing only a black studded collar with a tag reading? He realizes he can no longer read. John drops to his haunches and blinks dumbfounded.
The bipedal husky walks up to him and clips a chain lead to his collar. John looks up with his tongue hanging out. He is happy that Ted is there, and that he's attached the leash to him. Maybe he'll get to go walkies. Walkies? he thinks, why would he want to go walkies? His bladder seemed to swell in answer to his self question. He whined. Then opened his mouth to speak.
"Woof! Woof?" he could no longer speak.
"John-john, wanna go boom-boom? Well, I can close up the shop for a bit," Ted says glancing at his watch. He picks up a pooper scooper as he turns the sign on the door to closed, and leads John out of the shop. John is walking on his hands and knees. It feels strangely natural. But still part of him rebels as he tries to remember that he is human, and that Ted is the dog. But his mind keeps telling him something else. Ted walks him and stops next to an old oak tree. He looks at you, and you realize what he wants you to do. You turn red with embarrassment, but you want to please your master. So you raise your leg, and let go a stream of steaming yellow liquid. It seems like gallons pouring out of you in a steady stream more like a fire hose than anything else.